“when i met mr. rabbit, i was already a pretty long-lived mole, had already lived many adventures and built many cool stuff, and was thinking of retirement and rest. he, on the other side, was a fresh, young adventurer.”

“hoho! can you imagine mr. rabbit without that fancy mustache of his? he looked like so much sillier!”

Max tried to imagine, albeit unsucessfully. Could Mr. Rabbit ever been… young? Nah, this sounded way too much of a fantastical idea.

“oh, how he annoyed me! so petulant, so impertinent! ah, he pissed me off really bad, and he knew it!”

“at first, we didn’t really get along that well. he was still too young, to irresponsible, too inconsequent. and i wanted nothing but peace and quiet.”

“but he kept coming, anyway. and i would always welcome him in my house and listen to his wonderful stories, of wild adventures and crazy shennanigans. hoho, what a chatty butt he can be, when he wants it!”

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