Miff POV:

As I woke up, I realized my mouth was covered with tape. My hands were taped to two other pairs of hands. Ray's and Crumble's. Their mouths were covered, too. A long-tailed weasel walked up to us. Oh no, long-tailed weasels eat squirrels and rats!

"Listen here, squeaky, I ain't gon' do nothin' to hurtcha!" He told me in his raspy voice. Like I'd believe him. He walked away, probably to grab seasoning to eat us. I chewed on the tape that covered my mouth, eventually breaking it. I spit the tape I chewed on the floor and told my friends to wake up. I told Ray and Crumble what happened. We tried to break the tape on our hands, but it didn't work. The weasel came back with acorns and berries. "Here's some food to fix you up!" He handed us the food. He taped our feet together (not all together, just pairs) and took the tape off of our hands and mouths. We didn't do anything. "Oh, you think the food is poisoned or something, eh? Then why am I eatin' it?" He ate an acorn and a berry. That sold it. We gobbled up the food. He then grabbed our tails and dragged us into a weasel car. In reality, it was a big remote toy car for humans, but it was fit for a weasel. He had replaced the wheel with the remote control. He threw us in the back and drove somewhere.

"Where do you think we're going?" Crumble asked Ray.

"I dunno," Ray replied. I still didn't trust this guy.

"I think you should've kept that tag on one of us. It could really help right now," I told Ray. The weasel stopped and dragged us into an alleyway. We heard the crows screech. A murder flew by and landed in the alleyway.

"Hey Nyx, I got you the food," he told the leader of the murder.

"Did you make sure they're not empty or dead?" Nyx asked him.

"That was only one time! You can eat dead animals anyway!" Suddenly, I got an idea.

"Guys, play dead!" I told Ray and Crumble. They listened and we all played dead.

"Alright, time to feas... Slick?" The crow yelled at the weasel.

"Wh-what is it, oh mighty c-crow lord?" The weasel stuttered.

"These rodents are dead."

"YOU CAN EAT DEAD ANIMALS ANYWAY! IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU'RE A PICKY EATER!" The weasel and crow gasped before the weasel covered his mouth.

"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A PICKY EATER?!" The crow and weasel argued. I took the tape off of my feet, as my friends did the same. We ran out of there, stopping at a tree. We read the sign on it above the door.

 "Bullet's Hotel," Ray read aloud.

"A hotel is a nice place to rest for today!" I told Crumble and Ray. We walked inside. There was a lodgepole chipmunk at the reception desk.

"Hello, welcome to Bullet's Hotel, what would you like to do?" The chipmunk asked us in a tired tone.

"We're here to have a room," Ray told her.

"How many rooms?"

"One."

"How many beds?"

"Three."

"Any kids?"

"No."

"I'm sorry but there aren't any three-bedded rooms." The chipmunk searched in a pile of keycards before giving her one.

"Have a Bullet-tastic day," the chipmunk unenthusiastically said. We went in the elevator to floor 14, then looked for room 26. We found it, went inside, and immediately fell asleep on the beds. We were exhausted from the long day. Ray and Crumble went on the same bed, so I got a double bed all to myself.