Mysto reached under a pillow on the seat beside him and pulled out another big, beautiful white rabbit.

"Here you are," he said, "Another magic rabbit."

I took the soft, trembling creature in my arms and stroked its big ears. It was exactly the same as Geronimo.

"Thank you," was all I could say.

So now I was the proud owner of rabbit number two, and this time I wasn't going to lose it. I went to my bedroom and put my new rabbit into a cardboard box. Under the rabbit I put a whole newspaper. Then I gave him some carrot, half an apple and a handful of grass.

Geronimo nibbled the food and seemed quite relaxed. I sat beside him and watched for half an hour, then an hour, then another long half an hour. Nothing happened to him. I locked my bedroom door and pulled the catches on the window tight. Geronimo wasn't interested in any of my security measures. He lay on his side and had a doze. I tried really hard to keep an eye on him, but I had to nip out to the toilet for just one minute. But before I did this, I pushed the box under my bed and draped the quilt over it, then I shut my door and ran. One minute was all it took. Less than one minute actually. A mere few seconds.

When I got back, the rabbit was gone!

"Its not fair!" I shouted, "Where is he!?"

"Where is who?" Mum called.

"Geronimo! He's gone again!"

"Must have been a magic rabbit," said Mum, coming into my room.

I pulled the bed out, lifted every object that could be lifted, went through my wardrobe like a tornado, and opened every draw. All the while I was saying things like: "It can't have happened! Rabbits don't just disappear like that! It must have got out of its box!"

But of course, I didn't find Geronimo anywhere.

"Where's Mysto, Mum?" I asked at last.

"Gone out."

"When will he be back?"

"I don't know," said Mum, "He said something about a