The Wabbit had been rewarded for his patience with the accursed sliding doors. Now, on the table, heaped high, was a salad that the Wabbit liked. The Wabbit had to be careful with his diet since not all leaves were good for his tummy. It was nice to be treated, thought the Wabbit. But he would not munch his leaves too quickly. That might go badly. And all around him, people bustled back and forth, while the Wabbit relaxed. "This is the life", he thought. and peered over the top of his food. What on earth were these people pointing at? The Wabbit was too inquisitive for his own good.