The Wabbit was never likely to get to a bar, because there was a whoosh and a bang and he and Lapinette were transported to a deep cave. The shadow would have grinned but there was no visible grin on the shadow. "This is Sybil's cave." The Wabbit smiled, "Where's Sybil?" So the shadow continued. "She was a prophetess and an oracle, but she forgot to wish for eternal youth. She withered away until she could fit in a jar." The Wabbit and Lapinette looked around for a jar. But there was no jar to be found. "I read about that in the Eliot's
The Wasteland," said Lapinette. "Sounds like a good name for a pub," quipped the Wabbit. Lapinette sighed. "You like gloomy pubs." The Wabbit shrugged. He was still hoping for a prosecco. "What about these people down there?" The shadow shrugged too. "You would know them as noodles." The Wabbit filled his lungs and shouted, "Hey noodles, seen any jars with an oracle inside?" The noodles turned and fled, leaving only a scented candle. "Let's examine that candle," said Lapinette. "It might just contain the oracle." They advanced on the jar containing the scented candle. They sniffed. The candle spoke and it was indeed Sybil. "I am in a state of wretched witheredness for eternity. I was given a bargain by Apollo for immortality but forgot something." "What did you forget?" asked Lapinette. "I've long forgotten," moaned Sybil.
