Tuesday, August 03, 2010
The Wabbit back in the 'hood
The Wabbit hopped on a chair and looked over the edge of the table. It was good to be on holiday but it was nice to be back - especially when there was biscotti. Now the Wabbit was aware of the dangers of biscotti. Perhaps just a crumb? No, no perhaps not. And what was that coffee thing? The Wabbit knew it was not what it said on the menu. The Wabbit felt himself very sophisticated and was affronted. He refused to even draw close and hoped back to the ground. Maybe there was better than this? Anyway, there are many cafes, thought the Wabbit. As long as the Wabbit was in the city.