The Wabbit padded along the streets of Benevento. He was on the hunt for witches but could find no trace other than a souvenir shop selling liquor. This was disappointing, because he was planning to recruit a few witches for a Hallowe'en parade in Dumfries. He shrugged his shoulders and cast around for something else. That was when he noticed a mirror-like statue that appeared to serve no useful purpose other than to be there. He wasn't a great fan of street installations. He looked around again. It didn't appear to reflect anything he could see. "Maybe that's the point," he sulked. The Wabbit was being disingenuous. He knew perfectly well that this was the work of Helidon Xhixha, an Albanian artist of increasing repute. On the other paw, he was critical. "What's the point of a mirror if it doesn't reflect what's in front of it?" He continued his hop. There were other installations, more fluid and phantasmagorical than the rest. It was then he had one of his radical ideas. "What if," he mused, "people became trapped in mirror installations and became part of the urban landscape?" He thought he would run the idea past Lapinette, although he knew what she might say. "Wabbit, this sounds like one of your bright ideas that run amuck." He asked himself what could possibly go wrong? He decided to return to the souvenir witch shop to sample one of its delicious and dangerous alcoholic concoctions - and have a think ...
