The crowd was aghast. They turned to see who had spoken those impossible words. They turned to see whether anyone would lay claim to such an utterance. They turned and saw Max. No one had seen him in almost a year. He was exultant.
Max was looking past the crowd—through them. His gaze was fixed on Zed. He did not seem to notice the crowd.
“I know who moved the cheese,” Max repeated. “And I will tell you about it.” He was speaking only to Zed.
The crowd was silent. They would have quickly disregarded the outburst as a lunatic’s rant, but Max had a look in his eyes that dismissed such a notion. Each of the mice, individually, knew that he was serious. As a group, they were unwilling to consider this possibility. They did not ...