“Hm-hmf-what’s the-hm-fm problem? Don’t you guys have mice here?”

Mr. Rabbit whispered in a somber tone.

“It is believed we do not, Max. And I really hope this fact to be true. Otherwise, we just got ourselves in a BIG problem…”

Max’s FEAR-o-METER was struggling to calculate exactly how much FEAR Max should be feeling right now, because this situation was still pretty confusing (and a little bit silly, to be honest).

“I don’t get it. How would the existence of mice be something so terrible to us?”

Max wasn’t afraid of mice at all. In fact, he thought they were actually kind of cute. Very funny little guys, who liked cheese and were all cool finding their ways out of labyrints (in exchange of more cheese, of course). How couldn’t he respect it? Bros were so chill.

“We have mice on Earth, pratically all over the world. They’re funny, and cute! We even have cartoons with them! Very funny ones, as well.”

Mr. Rabbit didn’t understand any of those words, but proceeded anyway:

“Well, we do NOT have mouses here, Max. At least, according to the history registers…”

And Meryl the Mole whispered eerily:

“the legends, however…”

Now, Max was slightly getting a grasp of the high fear-factor induced situation he was in. His FEAR-o-METER was happily calculating the numbers.

“W-what do the legends say?”

Meryl’s light slightly failed, which only gave Mr. Rabbit’s next sequence of sentences a whole new level of DREAD.

“If what you saw really was a mouse, Max…”

“That means mouses (or as you call it, “mice”) are real.”

“And if mouses are real, so is…”

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