The wabbit enjoyed his lift in the wooden car. Back at his temporary lodgings, he glanced out onto a paved area that was laid out like a tennis court. To his amazement he spotted what looked like a wabbit. It was sitting in a most peculiar way. The Wabbit tried to get the attention of the unofficial wabbit-like thing. But nothing he could do or say had any effect. What would they say at home?