Ears round and tucked cozily into the sides of his head, he's ""the right kind of Wuffle, the wrong kind of rabbit,"" and he's advised by his Grannie to counter his identity problem by becoming something important (so that ""people will know so much about you that they'll start telling rabbits that they look like a funny kind of Wuffle""). So far, maybe . . . but most of what follows doesn't follows from it and isn't sprightly enough to stand on its own. Wuffle and friend Norrie (Annorous) the tortoise are advised by Earl Customs (because he came through. . .), the frog, to become lawyers, fall into misadventures trying to find out what the word means, more misadventures with archly-named animals and a gypsy family trying to get home again. A slow circuit from minor potential to nowhere much.