Ratpunzel...
Author's Note:
Never said that
rats are bad for the home. There are some which are adorable. You don't believe
me. Look to your friends and asked are all adorable. Not all, huh. Some are
like rats too. See, it's the same at all if you would see them differently.
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Have you seen rats
in your place? They are lovely creatures if you learn to appreciate them from an
artistic view as you would of a falcon. They have a thick fur on them, normally
dark gray as it allows them to blend in with the dark corners. They have these
whiskers which allowed them to smell stuff they need for their diet. And the
marvelous part of them is the long tail. It's sleek like a long whip wield by
Batswoman, except she is feline and not mousy. Okay, rats are known to bring
diseases as they moved in dirty areas, squireling through damp pipes or
tunnels, and they carry one too many wrong occupants on their fur. So do dogs
and cats, but we considered them domesticated so it's okay.
So here is my
story of a rat named Ratpunzel.
Mama was a good mother
and wife; she gave birth to a litter of them young pinkish young un’s. She
nurtured them well and kept them safe in this dark recess of the house. Pa died
in a trap some days back, so Mama had to double up her effort. And she did it;
escaping man traps and cats; ugly black ones with white spots. On the day she
saw her litter grew to an age where they can leave the litter, she saw one
particular one. It was Ratpunzel; this rascally rat has the most beautiful
tail, all straight and long. Mama was touched by her beauty, and she kept
Ratpunzel at the litter. To her, this darling rat was her treasure to be looked
at and held in the limelight of fame. She was teaching the little kiddo some
nifty steps to start her basic dance moves. And so Ratpunzel lived in the same
place called the litter for some time, with her Mama always there; feeding and
taking care of her. She even combs the tail with the finest silky cloth so it
will gleam in the dark shadow. And one day, poor Mama missed her cue to run
across the room and was devoured by the black cat with white spots. Urghh... it
was an ugly scene to describe.
But poor Ratpunzel
knew not of it, as she had not left the litter since birth, and there were no
scraps of newsprint to read. So she got hungry and she called out to Mama. It
was by coincidence on that day, a prime dashing rat of the best breed of
descent was strolling by. His nose picked up the scent of the new rat on the
block. And he heard the sweet pleading voice of Ratpunzel for food. Dash; that's
his name immediately rushed to the nearest food cache ( there were a few those
days ), and he retrieves the biggest cheese he could find. Dash brought it to
the litter but he found a small entrance to go in. And he was not that nimble
or small to crawl through. So he called out to the hungry rat inside; ‘My name
is Dash. I have cheese here; the finest in the house. How can I pass this to
you?’
‘I will lower my
tail and you leave it on it. Then I will slowly bring it in. And thank you.’
Sweet words to said in the moment of help, and so Dash did as he was told;
pieces after pieces he leaves on the long tail that wind it back to the little
through the small gap in the wall. Now, this went on for some time, Dash will
come and said; ‘unwind your tail, and I will feed you’. Ratpunzel will do so, and
the feeding went on. Okay, love was in the tunnel too. One day, Dash was
getting impatient so he brought the ‘Tunnel Rats’. ‘Break it down so I can see
my Ratpunzel’. And they did; these boys are good and old plaster came off like
paper mache. And for the first time dash saw his love. She was beautiful with
her long sleek tail, but she was alarmed. Dash is past his prime and wobbling
on his hind legs. You see, when Dash first heard of Ratpunzel, he was just
about to clear prime last moments, and you know time flows. But Dash was not to
give up and he went on his nose saying; ‘if looks matters, would I had stayed so
long? I did peek at you through the gap, and I saw how fat you were but I still
love you.’
And so looks were
cast aside and love prevails. And Dash never looked beyond the tail, and Rat of
her cheese as long they are stale.
( If look counts, unmarried
man and woman would be abundant. Thankfully love is blind. )
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