“pleeeeease! i promise we’ll be quick! plus, it will be fun, and i guess everyone could get their moods a little lifted up after such a long, sad walk.”

Mr. Rabbit thought for a while, scratching his head occasionaly.

“Hmm, I suppose… Max, my boy, what do you think? I rest the decision at your hands.”

Max couldn’t lie, he was as preocupated as Mr. Rabbit. Because he was ALSO with the terrifying feeling they were being followed by God Knows What. His eyes wandered from one side to another, and his weight shifted from one foot to the other with slight anxiety.

He opened his mouth to decline…

But a big, stronger part of his still childish mind (we got to remember that, at the end of the day, he WAS, still, a CHILD, after all) really wanted to see those funny goodies, as well.

The perspective of wacky shennanigans won agaisnt the logic and reason and, with a little yet nervous smile, he finally said:

“Weeeelll, I guess we could give it a look, just a little.”

And Meryl jumped out of excitement.

“yeaaaaaahhhh!”

Mr. Rabbit sighed, apprehensive.

“Well, I suppose a few minutes won’t hurt anyone.”

And they entered the store.

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