Sunday, September 13, 2026
3. The Wabbit and events at Campomarino
Lapinette and the Wabbit strolled the streets of
Campomarino. Lapinette was fascinated with the murals, but the Wabbit hummed
and hawed. "Albanian?" he said. "I think there was a community
here," answered Lapinette. "Shops?" asked the Wabbit.
"Closed, it's Sunday." answered Lapinette. "Bars?" queried
the Wabbit, "Shut until 4 pm." said Lapinette. "Well it's
certainly picturesque," mused the Wabbit. He expected a monster to come
round the corner. "There are no monsters either, you're on holiday,"
Lapinette was firm. "I hear music," groaned the Wabbit. "They're
just paintings, Wabbit." Lapinette smiled. She looked up and down the
street all the same. "They do talk of a sea monster in these parts. It
comes ashore and wanders the town looking for rabbits." She stifled a
giggle. But the Wabbit looked alarmed. "What is it called?" he asked.
"Fred," replied Lapinette. The Wabbit realised his leg was being
pulled. "Ha ha, very funny!" Lapinette took him by the paw and led
him down the hill. The sky darkened just like it had at Monte Mario and they
heard bellowing. The Wabbit refused to speculate about monsters. "I think
it's strolling players. Troubadours." " Lapinette clapped her
paws. "Let's have a look." They looked and looked round every corner
but there was nothing. They got to the sea. Waves broke on the beach. Something
emerged and it was covered in seaweed. "Fred! I am Fred!" it yelled.
"We're on holiday!" shouted the Wabbit.
