Ah, young Sarcs! I know him, Minnie, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Let him in Minnie; he'll want a story.
Gobbles ? - Dunno 'bout soul mates, little bugger just pitched up here one evenin', but he earns his keep. Dead handy in a dust up, loves escorting our clients into the wettest, most uncomfortable seats and his "safety on board" briefing is a hoot.
Now young Sarcs, you seem to have your wabbits confused. There is only one Woger, the white, wily weport wabbit. He is easily identified by his cute little brown nose. We shall undoubtedly hear more of Woger when Canley Vale lands in the Coroners court; nothing tastes so good as twice woast wabbit.
The White rabbit, belongs to the Queen of Hearts (as you should well know). There is quite a story (hearsay of course) about how he actually got to be the Queens own personal rabbit, there were faster, smarter candidates; but, despite his lack of speed and intellect he wangled the post (dark magic, some whisper). This naturally caused some trouble in the warren. But: being good loyal troops, the others just muttered, scratched and sat on their bottoms, believing that the fix was in anyway and nothing could be done. Anyway, there are fell tasks which the Red Queen insists "her" rabbit perform, which are most distasteful to honest rabbits.
So they did nothing, just continued to monitor the positions vacant, page 3 and the race guide in the Warren Times; but they knew, soon or late the Queen's favourite would need some help. So they waited and they waited; when the time came, even had they wanted to help, they could not. You see the Queen needed a sacrificial rabbit for reasons of state and the Grim Hunt master was sent out one dark and stormy to set a trap for the White rabbit; and, not being the sharpest knife in the draw, the White rabbit was caught out and is now stuck in cold lonely place awaiting his fate.
That's it for today, school day tomorrow. "Gobbles, put that chain saw away", (honest, he's a nightmare sometimes).
