Dear World,
Until recently, I was a relatively free being, able to scurry through piping and wiring in countless crawl spaces without interruption or fear of reproach. But like Icharus of myth, I sought to crawl too highly and creep too bravely. Like many before me, the Midian hue of the prize attracted my eye, and I was unable to resist its Siren's wail. Before I knew it, my head was clamped down by the steel catch mechanism that has defeated so many. Fortunately, the trap was set next to a tiny, tiny turn of the century typewriter, which I subsequently made an Internet on.
I hope to keep you, my devoted readers, abreast of my travails. May we see each other again in a world without consequence.
Forever Yours,
Tawi-Tawi Forest Rat
Tawi-Tawi Forest Rat,
ReplyDeleteBefore I share my deepest thoughts to you, oh small one lost in such a big world!, I first want to tell you that you are the bravest being I "know," (if you feel this mere interweb interaction grants me the honor of knowing you.) It is 10:53, meaning that you have been trapped for three hours. I can not bear to think of the pain and anguish you have felt, squished beneath the [rather frail] bars of a trap set to kill your kind, accompanied only by your computer. Wait, I just reread, accompanied by a tiny turn of the century typewriter with homemade internet (do you know Al Gore?). Fortunately your mind can keep you company! If I had one thousand bricks of cheese, I would build a stretcher and milk-run ambulance to get you out of this mess, but alas, I cannot. I can only keep you company...and hope that you will someday roam the sewers again!
With love only an admirer could know,
I am most truly yours,
***the rat whisperer***