I simply didn't write yesterday. I wanted to, but I didn't. I was in a hurry to escape my cubicle. It has been sapping my soul, off late. Everyday I have been retracting into my shell more and more. You must be wondering why I am boring you with my personal crap. Wish, I knew about it. Maybe it's procrastination. Or am I way too deep in my shell that I have lost touch with the outer world. Let me go back in there and mull over this.
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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