“You can come out now, Wheeler and Musician.” Morris called from outside the cave, holding his own fox still. “The lights aren’t flickering any longer. All clear signal.”
But when they emerged from the cave, Morris became flabbergasted. “*Why* do you have two foxes, Wheeler? What happened?”
“I don’t know. They both liked me. They didn’t take to The Musician. It just happened, Morris. Why does it matter? We both made it through.” She looks around. “Ooh nice. Everything has opened up.”
“Look,” says a pointing Musician. “There’s the caravan, all safe and sound.”
His point moves to the left.
“And there’s the building we only saw the top of before, now apparently in full view. Let’s go take a look Wheeler… Morris.”
“Giant tree here as well,” adds Wheeler. “Nice job Morris.”
“I didn’t do any of this,” responds Morris. “I just figured out how to get here. Yes, everything is exposed now. This is Muff-Bermingham in full.”
For some reason, that sentence didn’t sound quite right to Wheeler but she let it go.
“There’s more,” continues Morris. “But first: the issue of the foxes.”
“What do we do?” Wheeler asks the red alien. “Just set them down on the ground and let them run back into the cave?”
“Yes,” answers Morris. “Except we were suppose to have one apiece.” Just then, the second fox that jumped into Wheeler’s arms began to fight with the first. What ended up happening is that the second squirmed out of her grasp and fell onto the ground, running off in the direction of the caravan in a panic.
“Great,” exclaims Morris. “Just great.”
“I’ll go get him back,” offers an animal free Musician. He begins running in the same direction as the fox.
“Scotty,” pouts Morris, holding his own fox even tighter. “Should’ve seen it coming.”
“The Musician is pretty nimble. Maybe he’ll be successful in catching him.”
“Maybe,” says Morris to Wheeler. “But I sense our plan has run afoul of something. We’ve been sabotaged.”
Sunklands 