And they ran the fatest they could into the darknes.

Meryl’s eyes illuminated faintly the path, but not even the light was as fast as the thing pulling Mr. Rabbit away.

They could still hear his scream, although terribly distant.

“MEEEEEEEEEEEEERYL!!!”

Meryl the Mole screamed back, their heart full of despair:

“mr. rabbit! mr.rabbit!”

But they weren’t fast enough. Two turns later, they had lost him.

Mr. Rabbit was gone.

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