He sat up from his death bed and asked for a cigar. It would've been the most natural thing on earth had he not been pronounced dead. For the bystanders and the sorrowing family, it was a bit too much to take. They never saw this coming. His sons had amiably arrived at a decision as to who will have what. His widow had decided to go on a long pilgrimage he would've never given permission for. His friends had decided to visit their favorite bar on the way back after his funeral. But now everything changed, and he was the culprit.
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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