The Wabbit loved being undercover,
especially when he was in a chocolate factory. He hopped along the aisles and
inspected chocolates as they dropped from exquisite machines. He gave each one a
sniff and then went on to the chocolate bars. He examined all wrappings and
nodded his head gravely. He carried packs of chocolates from factory to shop,
ensuring the boxes were stable and protective. He straightened displays, polished
counters, cleaned equipment and did everything he could to look authentic. But
his eyes were everywhere and his ears sharp. He was expecting to see a visitor whose
interest was far, far away from chocolate. The Wabbit had forewarning of a dastardly
plot to cause harm and havoc in the city through the distribution of doctored
confectionery. The mission was vital. The Wabbit shook his head, for he found
the smell of chocolate intoxicating - and he wasn’t alone. All in his team of
specially selected agents loved chocolate, so he’d no need to ask for volunteers.
This was a labour of love. They had no idea of when the visitor would arrive,
only that he would. They just had to wait - and the chocolate was oh so tempting.
Eating any chocolate was forbidden, because it was heady stuff and they were
likely to lose sight of their mission. The Wabbit's head swam slightly with delicious
smells, but suddenly he became aware of another less subtle odour. He wrinkled
his nose, picked up a box of chocolates and made for the shop ...