The secret of NIMH was ancient folklore. Mary said she didn't buy a word of it.
Sillyness abounded in the old city. The old ones -some of them claiming to be the ancients themselves- told tales of the the Lab, the Running, and dark sinister characters both human and rat alike.
Well, "I will hear none of it! You have your work. Think of it you hear!" Mary was stern and pointed a paw at the children for good measure.
"To bed now."
The day had become night. Mary pulled the glowing stone from a drawer and held it tight.
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