And they all began tapping the walls, trying to find something hidden among the dirty bricks. It was a kind of silly scene: three minuscule individuals, searching for a hidden switch on a absurdly freaking giant wall - in the dark, as well.

It seemed pretty unlikely they would ever find SOMETHIG AT ALL.

“Not to dump your mood, Meryl, but it seems pretty unlikely we shall find SOMETHING AT ALL.”

“no, no, it is here, i know that! keep looking for it!”

After some unlucky minutes, they finally gave up.

“we ain’t find SOMETHING AT ALL, after all.”

“Oh, really?”

“dammit! i could swear it would be there.”

“It is useless to look for something blindfolded. It is getting dark, and we don’t even know what sort of mechanism we should be looking for.”

Meryl the Mole creaked in frustation.

“maybe… maybe it doesn’t have a switch, after all. bunnybutt, did you take my book with you in this stupid cape of yours?”

“Hmmm, was it that huge, old, dusty book that was serving as a door holder?”

“what, no! that was your pumpkin recipe book! i refer to the OTHER huge, old, dusty book.”

Mr. Rabbit, although really pissed of, decided to ignorate that. He would take care of THAT situation later.

“Hmmm yes, I believe I have brought it with me.”

“oh, what a smart, handsome sir you are! now please, hand me the book.”

Muttering low words of contempt, Mr. Rabbit reached out his cape and, after some moments of gadget-scrambling, finally found the it.

God, it was HUGE.

Max coughed.

“And DUSTY.”

“But not as old as its lovely owner.”

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