Because it was a little mystewious, the wabbit usually hopped quickly past this house. But he felt a small movement behind him and turned to find a lovely cat of the stwangest colour. He had never seen him before and enquired of his name. The cat declined to say and turned to walk slowly up the path. The Wabbit thought that perhaps the cat knew of the shadow people. "Mr Cat! Do you know where .... ?". But the cat had vanished as quickly as he had appeared. And the Wabbit could not be certain of exactly which way.
