RATATOUILLE She saw the rat running in front of her. It was a he. He had enough in that area. It was not a rubbish bin, but it was a home. His home. He had lived long enough in that environment. He made it a home as it was so welcoming to him. She knew that she would have limited friends for a lifetime. So she took the rat to be her new friend. Was it necessary to worry about him? Not really. He was slow, wanted to learn better his environment. He wanted to get out, leave his home. It was to be told noone. No one should learn about his lifestyle- that he had now left home. That what other people despised meant a home for him. There were so many others living above him. It was, in fact, an apartment block. The level of it abandoned to be a home for him was protected ...
