Chad was dead. He has been lying motionless for ages. I was there when he fell. But Chad looks the same even now. At times I wonder if he is dead. In my dreams I see him standing next to me swaying gently in the breeze. The birds and animals seem to like his current state. They have made nests and burrows on and around him. Some even lovingly call him petrified Chad. But he doesn't seem to mind. After all, he is a dead tree.
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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