I looked at the black clouds outside and at the raindrops running in streaks down the windows.
‘We will have to take umbrellas,’ I said.
‘Ah, yes!’ said Dad, suddenly cheering up. ‘I can use my new, fancy black on with the pointed top!’
‘And I can use my one with the bat ears!’ I said excitedly.
There was a tea party and a mad hatter and a glittering pink stripy cat with a huge grin. And, of course, there was Pink Rabbit! He came dancing onto the stage often, twirling and swirling and leaping and bounding.