The Wabbit was beginning to enjoy his vacation and decided
he needed pampering. So he hopped out of his sanctuary and made his way across the city
to a homeopathic pharmacy he knew. It was tucked away in a corner of the
Basilica of St Paul Outside-the-Walls and hardly anyone knew it was
there. Many visitors came and many visitors went and they all stopped to
pay their respects at the tomb of St Paul. But mostly they passed by the little
pharmacy without noticing its existence. If the Wabbit knew anything, he knew
one thing. He knew that for rabbit fur improvement it was the only place
to go in Rome and he went there directly and without deviation. He took
bus number 23, got off at Via Ostiense and hopped straight in a little side
entrance hidden in the massive wall of the Basilica. It was very quiet as usual
and the Wabbit took his time looking all around the pleasant pharmacy. He
inspected this and poked that and took things from shelves and looked inside
things. Eventually he decided on a fur treatment that was right for rabbits and
selected an unassuming white box. It was a little on the expensive side,
but because of the special international status of the Basilica he was allowed a
diplomatic discount. The Wabbit went to the counter and produced his papers but
the shop assistant waved them aside. "Welcome to Rome, Commander Wabbit,
are you enjoying your stay?" "I’m having a good fur day!"
grinned the Wabbit.