"Wake up Wabbit wake up!" The voice was
insistent and something was tugging on his ear. The Wabbit gradually forced his
eyes open. "What, who, where?" gasped the Wabbit. "You were
dreaming," said Lovely Lapinette, "and you wouldn’t come
to." "But it was so real," spluttered the Wabbit. "The 400
Rabbits captured the Romans, and you were in a most fetching
uniform." "It must have been the fur treatment," sighed Lapinette.
"How much did you put on?" "I splashed it on all over,"
said the Wabbit ruefully. "You’re supposed to use it sparingly," said Lapinette.
"We hadn’t heard from you. We were worried." "But I radioed for
help," said the Wabbit, "and no-one took me seriously."
"That was in your dream," sighed Lapinette.
"Oh," said the Wabbit and he thought for a moment. "But what
about the Romans?" he asked finally. "Dream," said Lapinette.
The Wabbit was tentative. "The 400 Rabbits?" "Dream,"
said Lapinette. "And your cute uniform?" ventured the
Wabbit. "In your dreams," smiled Lapinette. "Well you know
what Freud said," stated the Wabbit. "I expect your going to tell
me," said Lapinette. "Every dream is an unfulfilled wish,"
said the Wabbit. "You went on holiday for a rest but unconsciously you wanted
excitement," interpreted Lapinette. "OK I suppose," agreed
the Wabbit, "but what did you think of the film?" "I can’t
possibly know, it was your dream," replied Lapinette, and she waved
the fur treatment in front of his nose. "You can be in my dreams if I can
be in yours," said the Wabbit. "It’s a deal," said Lapinette.
