When Ghost Bunny and the Wabbit reached Pluto Park they were broiling in the heat of the sun. Lapinette waved
across the tram tracks. "Hello, hello! It's just too darn hot to
mention." "We're having a heat wave," said the Wabbit and he
juggled some tangerines that he's found in the street. "A tropical heat
wave," added Ghost Bunny. Lapinette picked up more tangerines and threw
them at the Wabbit and the Wabbit included them in his juggle. "Where did
all the tangerines come from?" asked Lapinette. "They must have
dropped off the back of a lorry," said the Wabbit and he threw one
tangerine quite high. But the tangerine didn't drop, it kept going. "Come
back!" shouted the Wabbit and he tried to grab it. But it eluded his grasp
and sailed off. "You don't see that every day," said Lapinette,
picking up more tangerines. "There's something fishy about this,"
wailed Ghost Bunny. She floated after the tangerine, observed it closely and
then returned. "It's not coming back," she whispered. "I
wouldn't normally care," said the Wabbit, who generally avoided citrus
things. "But now I'm hot and bothered and taking things to heart."
"It's not personal," said Ghost Bunny. "It's being drawn by an
unknown force." "What would attract a tangerine?" mused Lapinette. One by one they looked skywards.