The Wabbit and Tipsy were strolling down the hill from the Basilica of San Francesco when they ran into a group of nuns. The nuns became extremely excited. "Oh look, there's the Wabbit with one of his young friends." One nun was over-excited. "She looks the worse for wear. That must be Tipsy." They continued down the hill, "That's a put-up job," said another nun, "I heard she's totally teetotal." Tipsy overheard. "I am not! I'm looking for a bar." The nuns flocked together. "Were going there ourselves. Join us." Tipsy swayed in agreement. The Wabbit merely grinned "Tell me, Commander," asked the Mother Superior, "What was the theology of your latest adventure?" The Wabbit smiled once more. "You'll need to ask Skratch. He's in charge of analytical theology!" They hopped for a while. Tipsy felt mischievous. "If I started to run down the hill, how many tourists would follow?" She began to pick up pace. So did other tourists. Very soon, all the tourists followed her. In the quiet space that remained, the Wabbit turned to the Mother Superior. "What shall we do for our next adventure?" The Mother Superior nodded. "Ask your Department. It's supposed to know everything." The Wabbit murmured. "Isn't that
your department?" The Mother Superior smiled in a superior way. "When you truly know God, you'll have the energy and boldness for another Adventure."
