Lapinette clutched her book as if her life depended on it, because
she had found some surprising information on Genetically Modified vegetables. The Wabbit emerged from the library and hailed her. "Do come in Lapinette,
everything’s laid out for your research," he cried with some glee. "I never knew the Carrot Library existed," said
Lapinette. "Oh it’s very new," said the Wabbit. "It’s an independent venture of
the Carrot Club." "Of which you are this year’s Grand Daucus,” said Lapinette
kindly. The Wabbit bowed gravely. "Who pays for it?" asked Lapinette. "The Carrot
Club does, through public subscriptions, private grants and fund raising events,"
said the Wabbit proudly. "No Department of Wabbit Affairs money then?" said Lapinette
slyly. "Not as such," said the Wabbit. Lapinette looked at the Wabbit and
inclined her head. "The Agitprop section
has a special books, stationery and apparatus allowance, part of which I cause to arrive here," admitted the Wabbit. Lapinette was used to the Wabbit’s unorthodox,
yet somehow fair budget adjustments. "Did
you find the Skarrot locator device?" she ventured. "I did," said the Wabbit. "It can identify any rogue carrot within a distance of 400 kilometres." "What constitutes a rogue
carrot exactly?" said Lapinette. "Arms, legs, eyes, bared teeth and a voracious
appetite," said the Wabbit. "What do they eat?" said Lapinette. "Everything that gets in their way," said the Wabbit.
