There comes a time in every rat's life when he must choose what's important. My time arrived last night. You see, the food my owner gave me yesterday ran out last night. Except for the wrinkly things. My main diet consists of a few things: sunflower seeds, coloured loops, nuts and pellets and the wrinkly things. I don't like the wrinkly things.
My decision came with some peckish-ness. My owner had just put me in my cage for bed and I thought I'd check the food bowl. As I got there, I saw that all was left were some sunflower seed exoskeletons and the wrinkly things. They were scattered around as if their spiteful mirth made them roll around. I glared at them and suddenly an anger burned inside me.
And then I went to inspect the water dispenser. I quite enjoyed making the water-doohiky bounce up and down. Click click click. I then remembered I had been doing something - something that made me mad. Quickly I forgot and tidied up my hidey-hole.
I carried on doing all my important chores: inspecting the wheel, covering up my excretions, climbing the left wall, climbing the right wall but all along I had a nagging feeling that I was forgetting something.
And then I remembered. The wrinkly things. I ran up to the top tier of my cage and stared menacingly at my food bowl. Was I going to obey my owner and eat all my food? Was I going to choose to be a good rat and live a healthy life? Was I going to stop being peckish?
It felt like aeons had passed. I stared and the wrinkly things stared back. And then finally, when the suspense could no longer hold, I crawled into my bed and slept. Why? Because, well, they're the wrinkly things.
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