The dense trees blocked some of the winter chill. On the small path leading to the estate, it was covered with withered yellow leaves that rustled underfoot. Not a single mouse could be seen; they seemed to have completely disappeared.
Even so, Little Black did not relax its vigilance, actively taking on the responsibility of the big brother, running around, patrolling back and forth to prevent a surprise attack from the mice.
Friday also joined the melee. Despite being the weakest in combat, it did not have a single injury and remained as lively as a dragon, all because Little Mei was protecting it.
"Little Mei, Little Mei, are you tired?"
Friday circled around Little Mei, asking with concern, "Your fur is all messed up, let me lick it for you..."
"I'm fine." Little Mei shook her head, walking with an elegant cat's stride, following closely behind Marvin and the others, never leaving their side.
"Master, master, please hold Little Mei, she is tired!"
