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The Wabbit liked the Piazza Navona, so it was no surprise when he arrived there automatically. And so sooner had he arrived than he spotted the Giant. This was no coincidence, thought the Wabbit. The Wabbit did not believe in coincidences. "Well,
you took your time, Wabbit," said the Giant. The Wabbit smiled to himself and jumped closer. "Make room in your fur, Wabbit. Here is your emergency coin, your lighter, your documents and a diplomatic pass." The Giant hardly looked the Wabbit's way since he had much work with the children . The Wabbit took no offence, because now the Wabbit knew he would be returned, without further ado. "
Grazie mille, Signor Gigante. Arrivederci," murmured the Wabbit. And he closed his eyes tightly and thought of home ...