The Wabbit didn’t know what to do about being home when he ought to be on vacation. He supposed that he would creep
around until the bus went back to Rome and no-one would be any the wiser. But
his worst fears were realised when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Hey you!" It was the voice of Skratch the Cat Burglar. "Stop! We
want a word with you!" he yelled. The Wabbit cringed mightily
and paused to think about all the explaining he would have to do and
how embarrassing it was going to be. And then he did the first thing that came
in to his head. He gave a weak smile and a little wave and started to hop
quickly away. The Wabbit also knew it wasn’t going to end there because, as he
hopped faster, Skratch started to chase him. "Imposter! Stop
imposter!" cried Skatch. The Wabbit thought if he could make it to the
river, he could hide until the crisis was over. Then he would double back round
the block, rejoin the bus and return to Rome. But Skratch was relentless and he
continued to shout. "Interloper! Fiend! You can’t go around pretending to
be the Wabbit!" "I am the Wabbit," shouted the Wabbit feebly, but
Skratch ignored him. "We’ll make you spill the beans, you fraud. You may as well give
up! Surrender now and take your just deserts." As the Wabbit
started to lope, he knew he should really stop and explain. But something
inside wouldn’t let him. It was the same something inside that wondered whether
he enjoyed getting into these scrapes. "I’ll never go on a Mystery Tour
again," thought the Wabbit.
