CHAPTER 11
PENELOPE hurried her way home. Expecting to see Joaquin still oblivious in the situation and ask for a brunch. What acknowledge her upon entering the cabin, is a whole new pandemonium.
"You need to revive him, Uncle Sy! Or else I couldn't live with this guilt in my heart!" A five year old kid tugged nervously at an old man's sleeve. The rabbit shifters she's been searching awhile ago were all gathered around the unconscious Joaquin lying on the floor. "Uncle, uncle! Is he still breathing? Make him open his eyes, Uncle Sy!"
"It was your fault anyway! Stop messing with Uncle Sy!" A stern boy at the age of twelve reprimanded the kid, "Uncle is the best doctor in the world! If this guy couldn't wake up after his efforts, then it should only be this his fault!"
"I believe Broggy's words. So maybe we should just hide him somewhere…"