Once upon a time, there lived a rat. He was a small rat, looking for a nice place to live. He discovered a small opening under a door and crawled up inside a motorbike. It was perfect. The owner of the moto was gone for two weeks, long enough to make himself comfortable in his new home. He lived there peacefully and occasionally chewed on some wires when he got bored. One day, to his shock, his home began to move. It got very hot and uncomfortable, so he crawled up high, under the seat. Suddenly, the owner lifted the seat, and both screeched in terror at their intruder. The rat scurried into the depths of the moto and could not be found.
The owner of the moto decided to drive around and either kill the rat or force him to show himself again. She was irritated, and ready for the oncoming bloodbath. It was a showdown like the O.K. Corral. A duel to the death between rat and human.
However, the rat was a clever creature, and he managed to cause the moto to break down at a nearby shack that sells water and juice before escaping.
The moto owner was irritated. How dare this rat break her moto? It does not belong to him. She gathered a group of six 7th grade boys, and they took a field trip to the grocery shack. The boys got the moto started, but it required some effort. Obviously, there was some damage.
The moto owner enlisted the help of her friend, the bus driver. He took the moto to a repair shop where they fixed the wires and declared the moto rat-free. The cost was under $7.
Now, the moto owner takes special precautions to prevent any more rats from taking up residence in her moto.
The End.
*The moral of the story = I hate rats.
The owner of the moto decided to drive around and either kill the rat or force him to show himself again. She was irritated, and ready for the oncoming bloodbath. It was a showdown like the O.K. Corral. A duel to the death between rat and human.
However, the rat was a clever creature, and he managed to cause the moto to break down at a nearby shack that sells water and juice before escaping.
The moto owner was irritated. How dare this rat break her moto? It does not belong to him. She gathered a group of six 7th grade boys, and they took a field trip to the grocery shack. The boys got the moto started, but it required some effort. Obviously, there was some damage.
The moto owner enlisted the help of her friend, the bus driver. He took the moto to a repair shop where they fixed the wires and declared the moto rat-free. The cost was under $7.
Now, the moto owner takes special precautions to prevent any more rats from taking up residence in her moto.
The End.
*The moral of the story = I hate rats.
I like your story. I hate rats, also. I have seen two (in Chicago) and hope to never see any again.
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