I have been beaten and bruised. I have been kicked viciously day in and day out. I have been saved by hands only to be thrown away in an instant at some spiky boot. All I wanted was to lie on the velvety grass and watch the clouds float by. The only time I got close to my dream was when I was lost. Oh boy, it felt good even though I was in a thicket. There was no one to kick me around. But it was short lived. A dog found me. I was his playmate. He used to bite me whenever I tried to roll away. Then one day he got bored and went away. By then I had lost a bit of my bounce. I didn't have the sheen of my heydays. My bruised began to show. I was suddenly old. My skin started sagging. I now long to be kicked around. I miss the spiky boots. I miss myself.
Last night they discovered a human in the sewers, screamed the headline on Daily Vermin Times. Ed Rat paused to scan the headline and sipped his morning tea. He was in charge of the highly successful Human Extermination Programme. He came from the highly acclaimed family of rats that had unleashed Plague on the frail human race centuries ago. At that time rats used to be in the sewers and the humans used to be outside. Maybe they too had a Vermin Extermination Program. How ironic, thought Ed. We were destined to rule the world. We withstood their poison and laboratory tests. In fact, the tests made us stronger and resistant to the diseases. Now look at them hiding in sewers away from us, fearing us. The telephone rang. Ed woke with a start from his reverie. There must be something wrong, he thought. My room has shrunk, there are metal bars everywhere. It looks like a cell. I can see my cousins in another cell. They are all playing with something. What's this lump on my hand? What...
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