The
beach at Fregene was deserted except for the Wabbit and Skratch and Lapinette. Lapinette smiled as she took delivery of the painting and her ears
twitched in delight. "A job well done," she said. "Oh yes
of course," said the Wabbit. "Just our usual. And is everyone having
the usual?" Skratch’s tail quivered with
anticipation. "The painting, the painting, what about this sought after
painting?" he shouted. The Wabbit poured a glass of hot milk for Skratch
and looked at Lapinette. "Skratch wants to know what’s so special about
the painting," he said. "The painting," said Lapinette, "is
the first in a series called Wabbitlands." "Very nice of its
type," said Skratch. "But Skratch wants to know ..." said the
Wabbit. "... what’s so special?" smiled Lapinette. "About the
painting!" yelled Skratch. Lapinette giggled. "Hidden behind the
painting is a map of all the locations of our enemies, the despicable Agents of
Rabit," she said with satisfaction. Skratch leaned forward sharply. "We could have
taken the map from the back of the painting," he said. "That would
have given the game away," said Lapinette, "because the Euls didn’t
know it was there." "And besides," said the Wabbit, "it's a nice picture." "In an extremely heavy frame," said Skratch.
"You were a work of art, carrying a work of art," said the Wabbit.
Skratch smiled a big smile. "My art belongs to Dada," he purred.
