The Wabbit was enjoying his holiday. As he wandered through a strange area with tents and machinery and small children with bikes, he was drawn to the chequered flag of Number 15. A man was working on the engine. The Wabbit wondered if he would win the race and decided he would look out for him. Perhaps there would be a celebration with tweats. The wabbit considered sneaking into the nose cone. No-one would notice if he did and he didn't weigh that much. Vwoom vwoom! (thought the Wabbit).