He is late again. I could've gone home early. How can I do that now? The bugger hasn't shown up. So here I am all alone at the watchtower. Waiting for him. Is that him? I can see a slight movement. That must be him. Wait a minute, he never wears khaki clothes. Why is he carrying a gun? That's not like him. Where is my gun? There it is. I have him in my sight. Time for the warning shot. Damn, the gun is jammed. I should've cleaned it long back. Now all that I can do is wait for him to make his move. He is moving closer and closer. Looks like he is not aware of my presence. He is now climbing the ladder to the tower. I will bludgeon him with my gun before he shoots me. There take that and that. Oh damn, it's you? Where did you get this gun? Oh lord, say something. What have I done? Now I can never go home until they find a replacement.
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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