The whole world was happy, and he was happy too.
But it couldn't be denied that he wanted to be a pioneer, to usher in a new era.
At the same time.
Forty miles away.
Under a small hill, there was a tunnel.
The sunset reflected off the entrance.
Ten meters inside the tunnel, there lay a dozen unconscious men and women.
Behind them in the tunnel, sporadic squeaky exchanges could be heard.
At that moment.
From outside the tunnel came the sound of footsteps on stones, as a man with a small face carried a person inside and placed them among the other people again.
After putting them down, he called into the cave, "Squeak squeak..." (I caught another person, and put them here for now.)
"Squeak squeak..." (Alright, go catch some more.) came the response from inside the cave.
In their own lair, they didn't use human language but habitually communicated in their tribal tongue.
Meanwhile.
As they conversed back and forth, the squeaks echoed around.
