The Wabbit and Lapinette took the bus from the Gianicolo Hill but the shadow of his ears was still there. "It's still there Lapinette," said the Wabbit, "and now it has eyes." Lapinette looked exasperated. "Where is it?" she asked. "Outside the bus, " replied the Wabbit. "What's it doing?" said "Lapinette. "Looking in, said the Wabbit. "It can't be!" said Lapinette. "We lost it when we got on the bus." The Wabbit grimaced. "It hung on, I don't know how." It was the Wabbit's opinion that Rome buses jolted more than they had to. "It should have fallen off and been crushed under a lorry." Lapinette began to sing softly. "Me and my shadow. Bussing down the avenue." Passengers looked up. "It's not funny!" yelled the Wabbit. "Yes it is!", said a passenger. "Stay out of it, it's my shadow," grumbled the Wabbit. The eyes stared at the Wabbit. He stared back and made a face. The eyes jiggled. "You're not a real shadow," he exclaimed. "I am so!" replied the shadow. It was a bit muffled by traffic noise and sounded like "Yam Shochu." The Wabbit brightened. "
Yam Shōchū?" He turned to Lapinette. "We're being invited for a Japanese drink." Lapinette nodded. "Don't mind if I Shōchū."
