It happened with lighting speed. The 400 Rabbits charged
in a wedge that suddenly split and they quickly surrounded the Romans whose
formation was clumsily conceived. The 400 Rabbits packed in until the
Romans were penned like sheep while a reserve battalion of rabbits streamed over the
hill and down the slope to capture escapees. In what seemed like an instant it was all over and the Wabbit's lieutenants hopped
forward to take the surrender. A groaning and a moaning rose from the Romans, who were not used to losing battles against rabbits, and a cheer rose from the
4oo. "Good tactics, Commander Wabbit," said Lapinette. "Did you learn
that from Sun Tzu’s book of War?" "No," said the Wabbit and he
wiggled his ears. "I adapted it from an old episode of Star Trek." "What shall we do with them now," asked Lapinette. "We can’t keep dumping
enemies in the Sombrero Galaxy." The Wabbit turned to the 400. "What
shall we do with them?" he yelled. There was silence. Then the
400 turned their paws down as one. The Wabbit smiled. "Well, what happened
in Star Trek?" enquired Lapinette. "They let them go," said the
Wabbit. “And overcome with shame they melted away to trouble no-one
again." Lapinette looked sceptical. "I’m joking," said the
Wabbit. "Take them away!" he yelled to the 400, "and put them in
the Coliseum." Lapinette’s eyes shot in the air. "The tourists will
take care of them," explained the Wabbit. "That’s harsh," said
Lapinette.
