The Wabbit was having a day off. It was a Tuesday, and it was quiet. He sauntered down the road and stopped at a local bar. Having quenched his thirst with a Prosseco and munched a salad sandwich, he proceeded on his way. The day was fine. It was a mite chilly but there was plenty of light. So he smiled and started thinking. His friends all said he was far too serious. They told him he needed a hobby. The Wabbit grinned to himself. His work was his hobby. Who needed anything else? He considered further. He would require kit - a wand for example. He saw himself waving it around and saying magic words. He practiced. "Hocus pocus, let's get some focus." He shook his head. Not quite right, but he had started. Sawing people in half was an option, but supposing they wouldn't go back together. People might complain about being severed in half. He sniggered. Then he thought about joining a club, but clubs weren't for him. Full of geeks. What about cards? That one was easy. He'd speak to Wabsworth. He knew lots of card tricks. On the other paw, Wabsworth's tricks were real and had a way of biting you back. He could remember every number ever invented and then some more of his own. Nope. He'd do it on his own or not at all. Then the Wabbit thought of something. He'd buy a book and study it. No-one would know he had a hobby. Concealment - that was his first trick.
