<I'm a mouse in a trap, waiting for death...> Sweetroll hears the longing and wishes it could share its mice …
<I'm a mouse in a trap, waiting for death...>
Sweetroll hears the longing and wishes it could share its mice with them.
But there are too many wishes and too few mice; it simply cannot give enough.
Still, they leave the temple smiling. Could it be the temple holds more mice than anyone knows?
Sweetroll has made up its mind—next time, it'll go explore the Reclining Buddha Temple itself.