Another era slammed it's doors shut. No one will know what fell behind those doors. They will always be secrets. But at times these doors are pried open. By distant memories, jealousy, curiosity and vendetta. But that was not the case here. Bishop Sazu laid peacefully in his wooden casket like he was meditating. His smiling face gave away no secrets. I am an orphan boy who knows what the Bishop is taking with him to his grave. I am sure there were others like me, waiting for someone to fling those doors open.
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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