"Are you sure we won't get killed in here, Bunny? This is the first time i've been inside this gambling house and all i heard from the outside were no good things." Harry's voice quaked behind me.
I turned my head and found not one ounce of his stinking self. He was probably hiding his bony self under my body and wished that that was enough to shield him of his insecurities and fears.
Fortunately for him, i was in the house. What more protection could he ask for?
"They won't do us harm, Harry? Look at the two of us. We are nothing but harmless pets for them. The epitome of good well behaved visitors in their grand domain." i calmed the old man.
"I hope so, Bunny. I just don't like this place. And look at those men, they're all bullies. I tell you." a sad reflection of the life that Har
