Adam was grinning from ear to ear, he had finally gotten not one but 5 booklets; the boy did not quite understand why these mini creatures were worth so much. They were a bit disgusting and rotten-smelling to him, but he was glad these creatures were so valuable to the booklets.

—Adam, go take a book, that's how we formalize it—Said the bear looking happily at the 5 sheep.

Adam complied and took one of the books from the shelf. A stone face came out of the shelf, the face did not seem to be human because of how wrinkled it was, it had sharp teeth and was blindfolded.

—Are you the same bookcase from the bank on the middle floors?—Adam asked, somewhat taken aback when he saw his face.

—Yes, and that of a few others —answered the stone face looking suspiciously at the booklets—what operation do you want to carry out, boy?

—Me and the boy, we want to make a transition with these 5 sheep—the bear answered before Adam could say anything.

—Well—answered the stone face, no longer suspicious of the booklets—what are you going to exchange?

—The contents of the suitcase in exchange for helping a bookcase in the war—answered the bear.

—Well—answered the stone face—any other operation?

—No—the 6 booklets answered happily.

Hearing that there were no more operations, the stone face hid itself in the stone bookshelf again.

Adam with great disappointment asked:

—Did the bookshelf do something?

—He didn't do anything—answered the black sheep, looking at the suitcase happily—The bear was playing a joke on you.

Adam looked at the bear, but the bear didn't say anything, as he never saw him laugh; he didn't know if they could do it, but surely he was doing it inside. The black sheep, seeing the boy get angry, spoke again:

—In fact, you could have asked us to look for the suitcase, it must be quite heavy, and the information on the place was worth the help.

The veins on Adam's forehead started popping, and he glared at the bear, but the bear was only drinking alcohol and saying nothing.

—Here come our assistants—said the black sheep happily looking at the door of the bank—the deal is done! When we prove that what is in the suitcase is true: we will look for the bear to find the bookcase and help in the war.

Adam looked in the direction where the black sheep was looking, about 8 mannequins were coming through the door. Four mannequins stood guarding the bank door, and the other four approached the booklets.

As Adam approached, he noticed that the mannequins were made of silver and wore gray robes, they had no facial features, and they walked in sync with each other: that is, one raised his leg and the other three did the same, creating a rather strange visual effect.

One of the mannequins came out of sync, grabbed the suitcase and started to walk away, completely ignoring Adam and the bear. The sheep and the other dummies followed, leaving Adam and the bear alone on the bench.

When the dummies and the sheep came out, the bear commented:

—Well, we finished our whole part. Congratulations, boy. As a reward for having come this far, I will tell you that if you read that book, you will become the toy maker we killed: it is his biography.

—What?!—Adam yelled angrily, logically he would ask his godfather after him, but now he was completely disappointed in himself.

—Don't be surprised—Commented the bear—Have you ever seen a bookstore giving away something important?

—But that wooden boy seemed very trustworthy, and they healed my hand—Adam answered, not believing the bear's words.

—What's worth more? The life of that toy maker or that of a librarian?—Asked the bear, drinking from his bottle without showing much feeling.

—The librarians! We are the ones who ascend!—Answered Adam angrily.

—Yes, but the world is not only ascending and ascending to infinity—answered the bear while drinking from his bottle—There are times when you have to rest and play for a while.

—They really see us that way—Adam asked, but he remembered that no bookshelf helped him when he was almost eaten by a creature, apart from the old white wood, and he did it just for a favor.

—Not all of them—answered the bear—but some bookshelves only see you as a tool for promotion. The shelves are conscious and capricious. There are some who love librarians more than their books. Others love toy makers. Others follow their rules. They all love something. It's not that they hate you, they just love you less and in a life where millennia are nothing, your life is nothing.

—What a sad reality—Adam replied with a lot of anger. If the bear were telling the truth, then Adam would die reading this book solely on the whim of a bookshelf and the toy maker who died in his place will be reborn.

—Do you know how to use this information, Adam?—the bear asked, looking the boy in the eye.

-------------------------------Nobody moves the king is going to speak---------------------------------

I realize now that it seemed like all of the above was just to ask this question.

Even visiting this flat, already tired, with a suitcase in hand. It could all have been just to ask this question.

The problem is that I don't know how coincidental it is. I don't know to what extent the events that triggered this question were random or staged by the drunken bear. I don't know to what extent it is normal to come across an Actorino in the middle floors. I don't know to what extent the attack of two people in black robes on children makes sense. I don't know how far the Actorino was cornered to get past the white wooden shelves. I don't know if the white wood shelving is involved. I don't know to what extent the black book was an accident. I don't know if the booklets that ignored me on the middle floor, 4 of 5 were involved. I don't know if the booklets who ignored me on the lower floors were involved. I don't know if the old man with no eyes knows other booklets he trusts besides the drunken bear. But I do know many things that happened to me later that led me to consider these relationships now.

It would seem crazy: a Machiavellian act of unimaginable proportions that no librarian or creature that inhabits this library could put together. But if I have learned anything from my childhood, it is that everything: absolutely everything, can be linked to everything. And that is the grace of my story, and that is the way to discover The Story.

What is certain and undeniable is that with some mannequins made of silver: so that one would take the trouble to hide the aroma; visit a flat full of toy makers and then leave with the biography of one of them and thus be able to ask this question. That is a reality, not a coincidence, but we could say that the bear was simply an idiot and did not fix the deal well. Rare of a booklet, but possible for a reader who does not know them.

Why make such a fuss about setting up this plan to take on a Corruptus who doesn't know a stone from a librarian: just to ask this question. But that is a fact of the future. The reader doesn't know that much about the Corruptus, and therefore it is impossible for him to find the problem (unless he rereads the story).

Even so, there are enough facts shown that are useful to understand that these are not just random coincidences.

Out of that lack of randomness comes a hidden plot for Adam.

From a hidden plot for Adam comes an untold story, or rather: One of the innumerable and infinite untold stories within a story!

To this day, I never knew my true relationship with the drunken bear of the care bear family, but no booklet would have made such a fuss just to return a favor... Or would it?

It could be for the reader: this is the first booklet known to Adam. But if he reread the story, it would be more than evident that from this question one can begin to put together his own untold story. For example, one of the infinite could be cataloged: 'Adam and the bear'

A child wouldn't notice and sadly, Adam wasn't just a child, he was me. And I was always too much of an idiot to notice. Except now, when I can read it...

Once knowing the end of the story, what arises is the rereading of the "Why"... The great "Why" of my life.

Why talk about the purge, knowing that the floor was already infested with toymakers? Why tell me the history of these ancient bookshelves? Why show me the secret of floor numbers and total hexagons? Why have my hand devoured and then heal it? Why make me carry the suitcase? Why show me that the stairs are safe? Why show me the contents of the suitcase? Why show me that there are no contracts in the bank? Why show me that not all magical books are safe? Why talk about the whims of the shelves?. And above all: Why ask me this last question?

But the dead man bounces twice if one asks: Why bother so much, if there was nothing to gain in return?

That's why: 'Adam and the Bear' is a great story, but one I never got to know. One of the stories hidden in the paragraphs of my story. But unfortunately it is not The Story we are looking for, dear reader.