“Boys, boys, wait!” Lou yelled at his fellow capybaras, who had all made it over the wall thanks to Gretel. They stopped and looked back at him. “We can’t leave Gretel behind. It’s wrong, and you all know it, we don’t have any magic. She’s the one they need to find; they rest the boys!”

“So what do we do?” a different capybara asked. Lou couldn’t tell who.

“Grab anything that will work as a weapon. We may not have any of our tech with us, but we can still fight,’ Lou said, bending over to grab a nice thick stick. He thought it would work as a club. He wasn’t stupid, though; most of them weren’t going to survive this, but it was wrong to leave her behind. Even in his half-dream state, he could remember hearing someone screaming in pain where they had been kept.

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He heard something change on the other side of the wall. Was that Stan’s voice? And now Bug’s? “Boys, grab whatever you can; reinforcements are here. We aren’t staying on the sidelines!”

Back over the wall, three dozen capybaras went, this time armed with anything could find. Most carried sticks, a couple some broken pieces of metal, and one a broom handle, but they all joined in the cry as they hit the ground running.

“For Gretel!”