The Wabbit could hardly believe his eyes. But there it was, and Il Micio Cattivo was correct. The value wabbit food had never been to his taste but it was the principle of the thing. Squeezed between the cat lit on the very bottom shelf was the last of the wabbit food. Il Micio Cattivo said that it was all the fault of a man called Berlusconi in Italy but that was a long, long way away.