The Wabbit ambled up the back road to Aurelia. He had no particular plan in mind. Sometimes he would turn and look back, because if he squinted his eyes, he could just see his apartment. If he used his special glasses he could see a lot more. Rather more than he wanted in fact, so he didn't. He was heading for a market in search of an unobtainable item, and he hoped the rain would hold off, because he felt it sullied his fur. "Maybe I should purchase a raincoat?" he mused. He dismissed the thought immediately. "I told my coat a joke, but it just hung there!" He giggled. He had regaled people with that one-liner many times, but no-one ever laughed. All the more reason to repeat it. His search for an unobtainable item was occasionally successful. It was usually a music album which had found its way to a market by accident and he would snap it up without delay. Then there was the strange case of the inwards bent circlip pliers. He'd only had to use it one occasion, but it was worth the money. Once he'd purchased a box labelled 'Peculiar Tools' but he'd never found a use for any of the contents. Lapinette had been trying to get him to throw it out, but he'd refused on the basis that something might come in handy. He thought about Via Urbano II. It was within hopping distance and at the far end there was an old man who sold tools. He'd go there he thought - and he began to hop with menace.
