The Wabbit strolled over the bridge feeling light and easy. He knew the bridge well, if only from above - usually falling. It was a fine day, and he adjusted his fur air conditioning, to a mild 3.5. He was on his way to the Maxxi museum of twenty first century art to meet Lapinette and there he would have a glass of prosecco and a salad sandwich before beginning a quick troll round. The Museum of Enemies flashed across his mind. "These were the days," he thought and smiled to himself. Mounted by the Department, his enemies had gathered to join him in promoting the show. "I haven't seen them for a while," he voiced aloud. For a moment he thought he heard a skuttle. "Just my imagination," he reassured himself. The Tiber flowed peacefully under the bridge and a pleasant breeze ruffled his fur. But there it was again. He thought he heard the squeal of an Ice Mouse and grinned. "They weren't so bad." He knew he was congenial at the expense of time. "Time minds its own damn business," he exclaimed and giggled. Someone had said that - but he couldn't remember who and he didn't care. He hopped his way to the other side. He thought he heard something hopping beside him but there was nothing there, He shrugged. "Just a rabbit on a bridge with nothing on his mind." He thought of his prosecco, laughed and pursued his path to Maxxi.
