My jaws ached, and I stifled a cry of frustration. Soap had gotten into the cut on my ear, and it was a flaming misery. I tried to stick my head through the hole and into the crawl space. If my head could make it, my body probably could, too. But it wasn’t big enough yet.

“Look!” someone shouted. “He’s working now. He’s got their scent.”

Frantic, I yanked my head out of the hole. My ear scraped and started bleeding again. There was a sudden scratching in the hallway, and I redoubled my efforts. Jenks’s voice came faintly over the sounds of my gnawing. “It’s the kitchen. Rachel is under the sink. No. The next cupboard. Hurry! I think they saw you.”

There was a sudden rush of light and air, and I sat up, spitting pulpy wood from me.

“Hi! We’re back! I found your rat, Rache.”

Baron glanced at me. His eyes were bright. Immediately he bounded over. His head dipped into the hold and he started gnawing. There wasn’t enough room for his wider shoulders. I continued to widen the hole at the top. The yapping of the dog came from the hall. We froze for a heartbeat, then chewed. My stomach clenched.

“Is it big enough?” Jenks shouted. “Go! Hurry!”

Pushing my head into the hole next to Baron’s, I gnawed furiously. There was a scratching at the cupboard door. Shafts of light flickered as the door bumped against the frame. “Here!” a loud voice shouted. “He’s got one in here.”

Hope dying, I pulled my head up. My jaws ached. The pine soap had matted my fur and was burning my eyes. I turned to face the scrabbling of paws. I didn’t think the opening was big enough yet. A sharp squeak drew my attention. Baron was crouched beside it, pointing down.

“It’s not big enough for you,” I said.

Baron lunged at me, yanking me to the hole and stuffing me down. The sound of the dog grew suddenly louder, and I dropped into space.

Arm and legs outstretched, I tried to snag the pipe. A front paw reached a welded seam. I jerked to a stop. Above me the dog barked wildly. There was a scrabble of claws on the wood floor, then a yelp. I started losing my hold. I dropped to the dry earth. I lay there, listening for Baron’s death scream.

I should have stayed, I thought desperately. I never should have let him shove me down that hole. I knew it hadn’t been big enough for him.

There was a quick scratching and a thump in the dirt beside me.

“You made it!” I squeaked, seeing Baron sprawled in the dirt.

Jenks flitted down, glowing in the dim light. There was a dog whisker in his hand. “You should have seen him, Rache,” he said excitedly. “He bit that dog right on the nose. He-yah! Pow! Slam-bam, thank you, ma’am!”

The pixy continued his circles around us, too hyper to sit still. Baron, however, seemed to have the shakes. Curled into a huddled ball of fur, he looked like he was going to be sick. I crept forward, wanting to say thanks. I touched him on his shoulder, and he jumped, staring at me with wide black eyes.