As the Wabbit glanced down he could just make out Big Blue Snail. He dipped his wings twice in greeting and happily patted one of his blue canisters. Now the Wabbit was able to change course and he smiled to himself as he muffled his radio with a paw. "Major Tom to Ground Control," he whispered." The radio squawked and squealed and an angry voice said, "This isn't Lifegate Radio, Commander!" The radio squawked again and the Wabbit fiddled with the squelch control. "Patching you through McGarrett," said Control in a resigned tone. The Wabbit grinned as he heard Lapinette's voice. "Wabbit can you see anything?" asked Lapinette. "I saw Big Blue Snail," said the Wabbit. "Where are you then?" sighed Lapinette. "Over the Mole Antonelliana. Snail's on a picket of museums," said the Wabbit. "He needs to move on," said Lapinette. "And quickly," said the Wabbit. "Can you see the clouds the Alpine wabbits talked of." asked Lapinette. "Yes the clouds are a little strange," replied the Wabbit. "Alto cumulus?" said Lapinette. "They're my favourites," said the Wabbit, "but they're swirling up and down." "Then approach with stealth," said Lapinette. The Wabbit bent down and adjusted the propeller pitch. Then he expertly removed a circuit board from behind the instrument panel and threw it over his shoulder. "Setting a course in," said the Wabbit. "In bocca al lupo, bello," said Lapinette and then she was gone. The Wabbit thought for a minute. "Crepa," he murmured. "No amount of careful planning can beat pure luck."
In bocca al lupo. (In the mouth of the wolf) = Good luck. Crepa: = May the wolf die