The Wabbit skidded around the door and screeched to a halt in a manner that was very un-hospital like, especially for early in the morning. He had heard a voice that he knew well. His fur prickled all over and his ears stood bolt upright like a Belgian wabbit. It was the sweet voice of Lovely Lapinette, his beloved. “Hello Wabbit” The Wabbit gazed up from the bottom of the bed and Lapinette’s face appeared over her notes. “What took you so long?” said Lapinette. The Wabbit was aghast. “Train, bus, plane, helichopper!” The Wabbit blustered and gasped and puffed and panted. He hopped up onto the bed against all hospital instructions, dropped all the supplies on the bed in an untidy heap and butted Lapinette's nose in a loving but over-forceful fashion. “What are you doing here? No one tells the Wabbit anything!” "I'm sorry It's all a bit of an enigma," said Lapinette. The Wabbit did not like enigmas. "There was some misunderstanding," continued Lapinette. The Wabbit was quite well acquainted with misunderstandings since his own could be quite oceanic in scale. He sat back and watched Lapinette wrinkle her cute nose. "All will become clear," she said mysteriously. The Wabbit somehow doubted that and concentrated instead on Lapinette's ears which he found quite enticing ...