I have been around for so long that wishing someone a happy new year has become so cliched. No one I had wished earlier is around to prove that my wish had worked for them. Some seemed to have a good time while others didn't. I feel it would've been the same even if I hadn't wished them. Maybe it's my age that has nurtured this cynicism. Geologists claim that I am from the paleolithic era. That's why they have kept me secure in this room, away from the vagaries of pollution and solar flares deep in space. From here I see my Earth spinning happily and churning out year after year. Before the lights in my room go off, let me wish you a very happy new year, anyway.
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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