A forest was reclaiming a deserted city, to his back. In front of him was a near human-sized rat riding atop a very large ferret. ‘Any why not?’ thought Archer, as he slowly closed his mouth. Where last he was, there was a zombie-wolf chasing them, hell-bent on attacking himself and Timmy. ‘Why not?’ A well dressed SPEAKING rat riding atop a bridled and reigned ferret?
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“Alexander, my name is Archer, and it is my pleasure to meet you. May I ask… is that a ferret on which you ride?” Seemed like a perfectly reasonable question to ask, under the circumstances. Alexander… answered;
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“Yes, my good friend Archer, I am riding a ferret! Now, on to you… You appeared out of an oval of light… and you feel… pretty hard, upon your arrival. You were running… from something, am I right?”
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Not only was this a rat riding a ferret… this was a smart (and fully clothed) rat riding a ferret.

(Source: theothershoe.blog.com)