The sky lightened and the beach beckoned. A hop was in order so before retiring to a bar they made their way along the shore. "There was a bar, wasn't there?" asked Lapinette. The Wabbit hopped onwards. "I saw one." They walked further. Lapinette pouted, "Surely it was closed?" The Wabbit laughed. "We can leave money." They headed further along the beach. There was a man on the edge of the water, digging in the sea with a stick. "Isn't that the man of whom we spoke?" said the Wabbit. "I hardly think so," replied Lapinette, "that's an old legend. This isn't the beginning of the world and the sky and the earth are far apart." The Wabbit shrugged. "Maybe he's doing it for fun." Lapinette nodded and they continued their hop. "Why do you think it's called the Island of Love?" asked the Wabbit. "It's a secluded spot," responded Lapinette. "Young courting couples come here and ... well ..." She paused and smiled. "Get flirty?" The Wabbit completed her sentence for her. They giggled and hugged. On their return they found the man had made a substantial hole, but he was nowhere to be seen. Only the stick remained. It was stuck in the sand, pointing at an angle. "What do you think?" asked Lapinette. "I guess that's the way to the bar," grinned the Wabbit.
