Friday, February 25, 2011
The Wabbit in the dark basement of the Goddesses
Thursday, February 24, 2011
The Wabbit is admitted by Thoth, Three Times Great
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The Wabbit finds the entrance to the Egyptian Museum
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
The Wabbit looks out from a High Place
Saturday, February 19, 2011
The Wabbit gets a Surprise Meal
The Wabbit was definitely hungry. He had hopped all around and the extra items in his bag had not made it any lighter. “I have too much baggage,” said the Wabbit sagely to himself. With some time on his paws, he was nearing the Big Railway Station. So he wandered into the back streets, to an area that had been recommended by his friend Antiqicat on a previous trip. He soon found himself in the Ghetto di Roma. “This is a very interesting place,” thought the Wabbit. “And the food smells delicious.” So he hopped on a fence for a better look and an even better sniff. The Wabbit could smell heavenly artichokes and his very favourite sliced carrots. “Gnam, gnam,” thought the Wabbit. Then the Wabbit heard a voice and murmured to himself, “Where’s that voice coming from?” He was always asking himself questions. “The kitchen, Wabbit.” The Wabbit didn’t think he had spoken out loud. “People can even hear me think now," thought the Wabbit. “Time for a snack,” said the voice. “I’ll bring something out. I have wafer thin strips of artichokes with side tubers, your favourite carrot strips on a bed of grass and some fresh water.” The Wabbit sat on the fence and tucked in. And what he didn’t eat, he tucked away in the small space that was left in his bag. Sated, the Wabbit hopped to the station and quietly boarded the train for Turin.
Friday, February 18, 2011
The Wabbit encounters the poorly constructed Graffito
The Wabbit headed up the road at speed. With his bag of importantly important items on his back and wearing a toothsome grin, he gazed all around. He looked up and down and to each side to take in all his surroundings, because that was the way of the Wabbit. But then his eyes caught something that brought the Wabbit to a screeching halt. The Wabbit's exclamation was loud and echoed from the walls. “What is this blot on the escutcheon?” He had never been very sure what an escutcheon was, but he assumed it was something good, since it could be blotted. The Wabbit read to himself aloud. “Rabbit Racist” Then he repeated it and shook his head that there could be such a thing. The Wabbit welcomed all mammals irrespectively, unless they wished him some particular malice. He paced up and down and up and down, fretting and his back paws made a staccato sound on the road. It was only when he found himself complaining about the misplaced quotation marks that he realised the graffito didn’t say “Racist”. It said “Resist”. “Now that makes more sense,” said the Wabbit to himself. “But it should really end with an exclamation mark!” The Wabbit then made the appropriate correction with a red emergency marker that he kept in his bag - and loped onwards before anyone saw it was him.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
The Wabbit runs into another Ancient Cat and gets a Package
The Wabbit reached the Largo di Torre Argentina with ease and didn't even have to cartwheel. "I'm looking for Antiqicat." said the Wabbit to the imposing cat on the wall. "Have you seen him?" "He's on sabbatical leave," said the cat. "You may, however speak to me with absolute confidence.”The Wabbit wondered whether all cats spoke in this ponderous manner, but then, he had a peculiar turn of phrase himself. "Apparently I have to pick so something up." "Wait here. I shall be back forthwith." The cat was gone and back in an instant. Dangling from her mouth like a kitten was a small sack made from a rag, which contained some objects. "What’s in the bag?" The Wabbit was impatient. "In this rag are a bone and a hank of hair," said the cat. “You must return these to the Home of the Standing Goddesses in Torino. The return of the objects is vital” "I'm sure. Now this would be where in Torino, exactly?" The Wabbit preferred more of the information and less of the enigma. "That is for me to know and you to find out," said the cat annoyingly. The Wabbit suddenly seized the bag with both paws and threw it in his own bag. Then he bad the cat adieu. And he just couldn't resist a small bow. If he had been wearing a hat, he would have doffed it. "Be seeing you!" he said and was gone.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
The Wabbit gets winked at.
Monday, February 14, 2011
The Wabbit gets off the Big Red Train
Sunday, February 13, 2011
The Wabbit is sent for R and R
“Sir! Pssst! Over here. By the fence.” The wabbit by the fence tried to get the Wabbit’s attention. “Sir! You got too used to your Super Glasses! I’m looking at you, Sir! Straight in the eye, Sir!” The Wabbit slapped his brow with a paw. Of course. He was after all, a wabbit. The wabbit by the fence continued. “La Guardia del Corpo Sir! Name of Contadino. Franco Contadino. At your service. Sir! The Wabbit for once was quite stuck for words. “I think I’ll have to pass the buck.” The Wabbit chortled to himself. “Stand easy and shave a carrot, Contadino.” The Wabbit thought he was well up on military terminology, but was usually wrong or hopelessly out of date. Together they hopped across the enclosure. Franco Contadino continued. “Your orders have arrived by wabbit courier, Sir. You have 72 R and R in Rome. Take the Big Red Train. Rome is 500 clicks south east, Sir.” The Wabbit grinned. “I do know where it is. And please stop calling me Sir. This is a Wabbit Run isn’t it? I have to pick something up?” “All in your papers Sir. Good luck Sir!” The Wabbit could hardly believe his luck. He tucked his papers into his bag, took one backwards glance and loped quickly along the Via Bardonecchia. He could only keep up his top speed of 70 kph for a little bit. And then he began to cart wheel. And the people that the Wabbit streaked past saw but a blur. But they could hear singing. Roma dove sei? Eri con me, oggi prigione tu, prigioniera io. And being Torinesi, they sadly shook their heads.