But Meryl hadn’t drawn it.

How could they? They weren’t in possesion of any chalk, and even if they HAD ONE they wouldn’t waste it in frivoulities such as CHILDISHLY DRAWING ON AN OMNIOUS WALL.

Yet there WAS a drawing on the wall, and bizarrely the traces matched with Meryl’s caligraphy.

“what the…”

“It is really cute, Meryl! I didn’t know you liked to draw.”

“Me neither, Max, and I am the one occupying the “Best Friend” post. Meryl, I thought you said drawings were for childish babies or something.”

Meryl the Mole couldn’t add nothing of valuable importance to that statement, since they were pretty much as confused as the rest of them.

“yeah…”

“Hoho, I like it! You have a knack for it! Surprising, considering your caligraphy, hoho!”

Something in that drawing had sparkled that good old “funny wisey oldie” personality back to Mr. Rabbit, who was starting to feel kind of stressed out by the opressing atmosphere of that hellish place. His muscles relaxed, and his expression softened, and for the first time in a while he let himself to give a good laugh.

“Hohoho! Thank you, Meryl. This made my day, can you believe it? What a nice thing to see in such an horrid place.”

And he turned away and proceeded his path.

“C’mon, let’s keep going. I have a feeling we shall reach the end soon! Meryl, are you coming?”

But Meryl the Mole was still intrigued.

“y-yeah! just a minute…”

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