On his way home, the Wabbit could not help but notice what had become of the shop basements in his main street. There used to be all manner of interesting things. There were laboratories of various sorts and there was a shop with strange beds and seats for people with bad backs. There was even a photography shop. But his fwiend, Il Micio Cattivo, had been telling the Wabbit that the recession had closed down many places. The Wabbit wondered why things had got so bad. If only wabbits were in charge, he thought.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
The Wabbit Looks Down
On his way home, the Wabbit could not help but notice what had become of the shop basements in his main street. There used to be all manner of interesting things. There were laboratories of various sorts and there was a shop with strange beds and seats for people with bad backs. There was even a photography shop. But his fwiend, Il Micio Cattivo, had been telling the Wabbit that the recession had closed down many places. The Wabbit wondered why things had got so bad. If only wabbits were in charge, he thought.
