They reached another one of those damn bifurcations.

Meryl the Mole screamed one last time, trying to get anything, even the lowest sound.

“mr. rabbit!”

They waited, in a grim, hopeless silence.

But nothing could be heard anymore.

Max was crying. He couldn’t believe it. Not only his worst fears were confirmated, - o Homem Rato WAS real - but it had kidnapped Mr. Rabbit, his friend and guide.

He never felt more hopeless in his entire life.

What would they do now?

Meryl the Mole didn’t have any physical means to cry, but you could say they were doing so anyway.

An overwhelming sadness hung over them. A void only their good friend Mr. Rabbit could fill.

Meryl stared at the ground, only to find…

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