Lapinette called the Wabbit to the Department of Wabbit
Affairs on a matter of urgency. "Wabbit, what on earth are these?" "Oh that must be my gold," said the Wabbit
feigning surprise. "Unut’s gold?" asked
Lapinette, sighing a long sigh. "I was expecting gold bars but this will do
nicely," said the Wabbit. "Hmmm," said
Lapinette. "Wabbit you’re up to something - I know you." The Wabbit smiled reassuringly. "I just felt we could use an increase in funds." "But where are we going to put
them?" asked Lapinette. "In the Dinosaur Fund?" suggested the Wabbit. Lapinette
knew that the Dinosaur Fund was for old fashioned and frankly unorthodox missions. "I don’t mean the account," she said, "I meant the location. We have no room for
hundreds of golden wabbits." "Oh really?" said the Wabbit pretending to be
disappointed. "I’m sure I can find a place for them." Lapinette screwed up her
eyes and looked at the Wabbit and the Wabbit tried not to flinch. "I’ll get the
gang onto it, they know lots of places." "Don’t you want to keep it a secret?" asked
Lapinette. "No need," said the Wabbit. "Tell
anyone you like." Now Lapinette was really suspicious. "Are they made of
chocolate?" she ventured. "Heavens no, they’re pure gold," laughed the Wabbit. "You
need security," said Lapinette. "Too much trouble," said the Wabbit. "There might
be a gold rush," said Lapinette," and I’m not rescuing you." What?" said the Wabbit, "and miss a golden opportunity?"