“Another fine square,” remarked the Wabbit as he pushed his way to the water’s edge. The Wabbit knew this one because of the song, which of course he started to hum through his teeth. “Three coins in the fountain, through the ripples how they shine, just one wish will be granted ... oh make it mine, make it mine, make it mine.” The Wabbit paused - because he couldn’t remember how many times that line repeated. He decided he did not care, simply because he had no intention of throwing his emergency coin in the water. But he had to keep up appearances, even if no-one could see the Wabbit. That was a general rule of thumb but the Wabbit had been caught out before. The Wabbit made a twist of his head and a soft plopping noise with his mouth. Everyone turned to look. The Wabbit just couldn’t resist it and he jumped on a parapet. “There they lie in the fountain, somewhere in the heart of Roooome.” Eat your heart out, Frankie!” thought the Wabbit. And then the Wabbit bowed and then vanished as if he had never been there at all.