It was a cold Autumn afternoon, the type of day one would spend entirely in the cozy space that consisted of their house.

Or, speaking specifically of THAT individual, one - which is to say, ME - should say, a MANSION.

Meryl the Mole was concentraded. They were finishing their last invention. One that was truly magnificent. One that, unlike the previous ones (which were, not so reluctant admitedely, as much magnificent), would finally find itself a purpose outside of “being cool”.

I mean, let’s be serious, what utility could have an Hyper Organized and Rapid System of Expedition? NONE.

No, THIS one was useful. It was made carefully, tenderly, by the hands of yours truly, the good old mole, FOR someone, that was the differential.

This is what makes an invention good, at least for Meryl.

What was I even talking about? Oh, yeah.

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