Finally becoming aware of his totally not called lack of self-control, Mr. Rabbit tried his best to calm himself down. He then proceeded to speak, in a lowest yet still harsh tone:

“We AREN’T on a silly little travel, Meryl. We are on a MISSION. And the mission is to help this little boy to get to his home. You may be well-intentioned, but you’re NOT HELPING AT ALL…”

Mr. Rabbit was looking dead straigth to the darkness of the tunnel from which they emerged.

Meryl the Mole was staring the ground, speachless.

None of them could see Max’s face, for he was hiding the best he could amidst the shadows (which wasn’t that difficult, since Meryl’s eye-light was glowing really, really low now).

Tears were rolling down his face.

Mr. Rabbit finished, with a tired tone in his voice:

“You are my friend, Meryl, and will always be. But, right now, I must do the best for all of us, as it is MY responsability to take care of you guys.”

“And, if I can’t rely on my best friend to help me… I must do this alone, then.”

Meryl the Mole didn’t say anything.

He trembled slightly. It was visible he was trying hard to keep it together. Shaking off the dust from his dress, he took the red thread and turned back to the tunnel.

“C’mon, let’s move.”

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