The Wabbit had no luck finding the hole in the fabric of time
that brought Cicero and the Agents of Rabit from ancient Rome. So they retired
to the Old Abandoned City for a chat. "You’ll have to stay with us," said the Wabbit. "Oh no, I must get back - there’s much to do," said Cicero."There’s much to do
here," replied the Wabbit. "The Department could use a good lawyer and an orator
to boot." "Do what sort of things?" asked Cicero. "The Rights of Rabbits for one," said
the Wabbit. "Then there’s the matter of public relations." "There was a silence
and Cicero looked thoughtful. "I’m not
sure I quite mastered that one." The Wabbit winced. "It’s better you don’t go
back anyway." Cicero looked with enquiry. "It’s not hard to foretell the past," stated the Wabbit. "Maybe you’re right," said
Cicero, "I made many enemies." The Wabbit smiled and shrugged. "They didn’t fare
too well." "What of Mark Anthony?" queried
Cicero. The Wabbit made a vicious movement across his neck. "By his own paw," he said gravely. "I
think I'll stay," said Cicero, "what’s my first job?" "Write me a speech
along the following lines," said the Wabbit pondering for a moment. "I shall not
rest until all world rabbits are united and achieve full emancipation. We shall suffer rabbit exclusion no longer." Cicero sighed. "I’ll see what I can do."