The Wabbit dragged his case across the coach park, muttering
as he went. He had gone to Rome for his vacation but he thought it would be
nice to see somewhere else. So he was duly cheered when he noticed a large
touring bus looking for business. "Mystery Tour!" he said with
delight. "and no chance of mishaps on anything so old-fashioned." The
Wabbit looked all around and there didn't seem to be anyone else about. The coach
park was deserted and devoid of any passengers whatsoever. "Tuesday is a
quiet day," he thought. "The bus won’t be overbooked. Perhaps it
will take me to the seaside or to a nice wood with a babbling brook." The
Wabbit was calm for a moment as he thought a little longer and his head whirled
with ideas about where the mystery bus would take him. "Maybe it will head
for a fairy-tale castle or a grotto or caves in the mountains or a spa with
bubbling healthy waters," he mused. The Wabbit was running out of
ideas for his destination but he thought it would spoil the fun if he asked. So
he scanned the bus again. It really was so very quiet that he found it puzzling, but the Wabbit decided to be positive. "I’ll
have plenty of room to stretch my paws," he said to himself. “I’ll do some
puzzles in La Settimana Enigmistica magazine and relax completely." The
Wabbit hopped over to the newsagent and hopped back quickly but there was no need to
rush because the bus was still quiet. So he hopped on board, paid for his
ticket and settled back to enjoy his trip ...
