3. The Wabbit is followed on The Bus

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."

2. The Wabbit and the Frozen Prosecco

The Wabbit made for the Gianicolo Hill, but he kept glancing behind him. He sensed a presence but couldn't make out what it was. "Hello Wabbit!" Sometimes Lapinette could make him jump and he did. "Wanna drink, Wabbit?" The Wabbit couldn't resist prosecco, but he noticed the bottle Lapinette was carrying was frozen. Lapinette read his thoughts. "It says cold drinks, Wabbit" The Wabbit laughed. "Not frozen, Lapinette." Lapinette blew on the bottle and it gently lost its icy coating and the contents settled at drinking temperature. "Before I get glasses," she said, "What's that shadow following you?" The Wabbit looked behind him, then shrugged. "It looks like your ears, said Lapinette. "Just my ears?" asked the Wabbit, "Not my whole shadow?" Lapinette pirouetted. "Just ears." The Wabbit pondered. "That must mean something. The shadow represents unintegrated parts of myself!" Lapinette made to get the glasses. "Perhaps you should listen more!" "What did you say?" smiled the Wabbit. He watched her disappear behind the doors and could hear prosecco being poured. "Who are the four Romans?" "You think you're very funny," said Lapinette. But the ears appeared behind the Wabbit and spoke. "They're Galba, Otho, Vitellius and Vespasian - and they're not half as funny as me!" 

1. The Wabbit and a Ghost in the Machine

The Wabbit looked up at Lapinette from the floor of the Centrale Montemartini Museum. He was dwarfed by the machinery and knew it. A faint smile played around his face as if it didn't know whether to come or go. He shrugged. She shrugged back. Lapinette knew what he was thinking. He was thinking he didn't care about the next adventure. He was tired as the old machinery, and his limbs ached. At least the turbines were getting a rest. He waved to Lapinette and she waved back. "What shall we do now?" she called. The Wabbit shrugged again. "Paint the town red?" he quipped. She started down the stairs. "Got any red paint?" He blinked and she shimmered in the light and vanished. He'd been talking to himself again and he wondered if it was a touch of madness like the Mad March Hare. It was then that he heard it. A tinkering sound that came from the depths of the turbine. It seemed to be shouting "Let me out! I haven't been greased, and my system has seen no oil for eons." The Wabbit had quite enough of ghosts, either in or out of the machine. "Begone! You're merely a trope," he said. "A trope, am I?" said the voice, "Get me out or the trope will be on you." "Hah!" said the Wabbit and he made for the door. "Stop!" cried the voice and a shadow emerged - a shadow such as the Wabbit had never seen.