The Wabbit and Terni the food dragon arrived at San Silverio
Market and Terni had a good prowl round. "This is more like it," said Terni and
looked about for cabbage leaves. "You’ll like it here," said the Wabbit. "The traders
are most friendly and will no doubt reach an agreement regarding your beer." "They won’t mind a food dragon?" asked Terni. "They don’t mind anyone here," said
the Wabbit firmly. "Then I would like to make a purchase," said Terni. "Speak to that
young woman there," suggested the Wabbit. Terni lifted his head. "Excuse me young woman," he called. The woman turned. "How can I help you father?" she smiled. Terni
was quite smitten and nudged the Wabbit. "I like it here," he said and turned
back. "I am looking for a bag," he ventured. "Any particular sort?" asked the woman. "It must be green and capacious enough for my food shopping," said Terni. "Va bene," said
the woman and rummaged through the bags on her stall. "And it should have a small inner pocket
for my change," added Terni, "and when empty, it must fold into a small pocket
of its own." The woman produced a bag and Terni scrutinised the seams closely. "That will do nicely," he said. "One euro," said the woman. "A bargain!" said Terni to the
Wabbit. "I’m so pleased," said the Wabbit, "but do you see that strange thing over
there?" "Where?" said Terni squinting into the sun. "Oh yes I do see it, let’s take
a closer look." "Go easy Terni," said the Wabbit. "No sudden noise and no
vibration." Cautiously, Terni and the Wabbit inched closer to the object ...
