"Stand still Wabbit!" Wabsworth shone a torch into the Wabbit's eyes. "There it is. I saw it move." The Wabbit groaned. "So that's why I can smell breakfast." Wabsworth was rock solid in front of the Wabbit. "If you'll only stay still, I'll flick it with pincers. The torch makes it visible." The Wabbit did what he was told. The last thing he wanted was a parasitic passenger from an unknown planet. "There, got it." A beast that looked a bit like a dragonfly shot from the Wabbit's eye, and straight at Lapinette. Her paws turned into windmills as she flailed at the creature. The green mountains looked down on a strange sight. An oculist, a Wabbit and a flailing Marchesa. "Get away!" It slipped into her kilt. "Eeek," she shrieked. The more she threshed, the more the beast wriggled. "Turn around," she yelled. Both the Wabbit and Wabsworth turned as she shucked down her kilt and speared the insect with a hat pin. "I didn't know hat pins existed anymore," grinned the Wabbit. Lapinette pulled up her kilt. "What a planet! Ignominy upon ignominy. Frogs, insects. Moss. " The Wabbit looked at the mountains. "Very pretty unless you have to cross them." Lapinette looked down at her legs. "Just what do you mean?" The Wabbit dissolved into mirth. "We'll call Quantum and Skratch and cross them that way." Wabsworth chortled too. Lapinette strode up to her knees into the lake. "Mind your manners. You can come and get me. Oh no it's mossy. There's a frog. Too green. Too damp. Yukkedy yuk yuk yuk."
