
The Wabbit's feet were rather hard wearing and he did not consider he really needed gloves. But the Wabbit had found these lying on the table - as if they had been abandoned. Surely no-one would abandon such colourful gloves, thought the Wabbit. "Maybe if I just slip my leg into one of them, it could be that they fit". They felt nice to the Wabbit and they had a nice smell, so he rubbed his nose along the seams. "Supposing I put these on when I hop on my way to the shops, mused the Wabbit. People wouldn't know who I was. They would merely think, "There goes a wabbit with style and distinction". He considered it for a minute and then he thought better of the whole idea. The Wabbit likes to go
incognito.