The
shops were set to close but it didn't deter window shoppers and they flocked
around like geese on vacation. It was there, just off Via Gramsci where Wabsworth caught
sight of the Wabbit. He was carrying something festive. "Christmas
shopping?" inquired Wabsworth. The Wabbit smiled and patted the
brightly coloured roll of Christmas paper. "I just picked up our
Christmas orders." "Oh," said Wabsworth, "anything
interesting?" "I haven't looked yet," said the Wabbit. Wabsworth was
the Wabbit's android double - but some time had passed since he was made. Now his personality diverged considerably from the Wabbit. So he gave the Wabbit a
nudge. "Let's look now." The Wabbit held the roll to one eye and
looked inside. He shrugged. "There doesn't seem to be
anything in here." He shook it hard, but nothing fell out. "Maybe
it's written on the wrapping paper?" suggested Wabsworth. The Wabbit
looked around, but all the shoppers stared into the windows, pointing and
commenting. "OK," he said, I'll unroll it." Carefully he prised away
some sticky tape and unrolled the paper. They both had a quick look.
"There is something written on a card," cried the Wabbit, "but
this light is terrible, can you read it?" Wabsworth studied it
carefully. Just then, the tiny card came unstuck and fell to the ground. Wabsworth picked it up. "It says, 'Luck, Tyranny and Revenge'." "Cheerful!" grinned the Wabbit.
