Relaxing and thinking.

"We can't stay here forever!" you say, lying back in Matilda's pouch, your big feet crossed and hanging out. "That squirrel killed Maroo for a reason, and we have to find out why!"

"I want to get out too." replies Matilda

"Then let me go down the drain!"

"I can't face being apart from you." says Matilda. "It's a shame I can't jump the fence."

"Can't you?" you ponder.

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