7. The Wabbit and the Clutter of the Bins

It was a rude awakening. They'd been enjoying cartoon chaos when with a bang they were back in Rome. Lapinette held her nose and pointed. "Poo bum smell!" she yelled. "This is the end of your environmental journey," said the Lamp. "Which would you rather have? This or Cartoon Cavern?" The Wabbit was jovial. "We have to work on this. This is what we're stuck with." Lapinette was furious, "I don't like it one bit. I preferred the cartoons." The Wabbit shrugged. "People are responsible for this, can't blame anyone but them." The Lamp bounced around. "Look at me. I've been cast aside. No-one bothered to recycle me. I'm just so much garbage." Lapinette grimaced. "So is this the path to environment freedom?" "Yes," replied the lamp. "The freedom to do exactly what the devil you want." The Wabbit shrugged. "The devil has a lot to do with it. He looks and laughs." Lapinette pointed at the lamp. "Clear this up!" The lamp laughed too. "You clear it up." Then it dawned on Lapinette what it was all about. "We're all responsible! But I recycle! I sort and sort." The Lamp said "Good! But if we continue like this, we'll need another two planets to cope." The Wabbit struck the green bin with a paw. I know the very planet. It's desolate. We can put all our rubbish there. The Lamp was not impressed. "Before you know it, the universe will float on a sea of rubbish." Lapinette put her paws on her hips. "What do you suggest then?" The Lamp rocked back and forth. "Don't ask me, I'm only a Lamp." 

6. The Wabbit in Cartoon Cavern

The Wabbit arrived first Lapinette's arrival was more dramatic as she plummeted in a haze of cartoon lines. "Wheeeee!" she cried. Whatever the circumstances, the Wabbit and Lapinette were enjoying their strange journey. They were getting used to being passed on from place to place. "This is like a cartoon Cavern," announced the Wabbit. "Someone obviously put it all together," said Lapinette. The cartoon at the back spoke with glee. "We put ourselves together. We are from the Flatlands." Lapinette joined the Wabbit. "Can you please show us the way to environmental freedom?" The Cartoon laughed, "You're already here. Because we're flat, we have no effect on the environment except pen, ink and paper." The Wabbit grinned. "We're flat too, but we're kind of pixels." Lapinette smiled. "Low impact world." The cartoon smirked. "It's arguable, but I'll let you off." Lapinette was interested. "How did you get to be here in the first place?" "We're collected and collated. Then we took off on a life of our own. Would you like something to eat?" The Wabbit was astonished, "I would." The cartoon picked up a pencil, "I'll draw it for you." He sketched a sandwich and a glass of wine. Lapinette looked at the Wabbit and he looked back. He made a face. Lapinette did the same. "Thank you, but we'll wait until we get home." The cartoon munched the sandwich and scoffed the wine. "Suit yourself," he shrugged, "There's a tourist place on the corner." "Prosecco?" queried the Wabbit. "All you can drink," said the cartoon.