The Wabbit did not always hop the same route. He had been told of a strange shadow place and he was determined to visit. There was something familiar about it and the Wabbit was quite used to the gloom and the dark. But there was too much grass for such a place and the Wabbit thought it might be a twap. So he hung around. And no-one appeared, not one. The Wabbit waited a long, long time, but nothing happened. Perhaps people had forgotten about the shadow place or maybe no-one ever went in. The Wabbit made a mental note and went on his way.