Sunday, November 15, 2009

The Good, the Bad, and the Fabulous



I groggily flop my right arm out from under my sleeping bag, floundering for something small to throw.

"ScrittcheEHHHHHEEEEE" *twang*

The rats, black and white, sisters, a shared custody between myself and a friend, decide that 4 A.M is the perfect time to try to escape from their cage. Teeth on metal, night after night, you think they would learn by now.

My hand hits the cool cover of a book and I throw, the book banging off the bars, silence from the rats as the cage twangs.

I fall back asleep, resolute that I must find a better means of keeping them quiet in our thin-walled Abbey home.

--Sister M

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