In English it's There Is A Rabbit In The Moon, in French it's Il Y A Un Lapin Dans La Lune.

In the language of jaded Brighton Festival-goers it's another potentially demented Gallic production which requires more thought and attention than is possible to give on a sunny Saturday afternoon.

Happily for the latter, this show from the incredibly inventive lot at Velo Theatre was a delight which lifted even the most sleep-deprived reviewer with a magical tale of the odd things which happen when the sun sets on the world.

Ostensibly a kids' show but with enough charm and creative energy to hold even the least imaginative adult enraptured, Rabbit told the tale of reclusive night catcher Thomas Snout.

Ushered into his workshop via a Narnia-esque wardrobe after changing into ill-fitting pyjamas (because day clothes can leave a mark on the black night sky), Mr Snout then proceeded to explain the difficult nature of catching night - some nights are soft, some are wild and all need to be trapped with great care, apparently.

Picking apart the previous evening's events with a touch of the James Herriot (namely making a drum roll, lifting a flap on the cloud-like object and pulling out all manner of strange objects), Mr Snout took us on a journey around the world with the help of an odd bunch of trinkets and a bedtime tale concerning a brave tin soldier who had been swallowed by a fish.

Avoiding any condescension, or indeed any kind of linear storytelling, the effortlessly charming Charlot Lemoine's Mr Snout created a genuine sense of magic and wonderment.

Culminating with a piscine funeral with a trumpet case as a casket and the audience's fears thrown in and buried (FYI, the most popular fear of the day was lions, closely followed by the dark and, rather scarily from one four-year-old, a fear of being murdered), there was an uplifting and surprisingly cathartic denouement to the proceedings.

And, if you're wondering what the title is all about, wait for the next full moon and tilt your head - all will be revealed.