Now that Maret was found, the Master lay down in the grass, no longer purring or growling. He studied Andrew and Maret in amusement. How oddly appropriate, that the meatcrisis had turned into prey, while he and the other Master had turned into predators! He was sure that said something, but he didn't much care what. He was a bit surprised that Maret was a mouse, but he didn't choose to reflect on that much.
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"A capybara, Andrew? Really?"