The weather suddenly turned foul, the thunder
thundered vigorously, the lightning flooded the sky and the rain poured down in
buckets. I needed a refuge and I needed
it fast. I saw the light on in this
house and I sought admittance but no one answered. Fortunately, there was an entry point and so
I took advantage, hoping no one would grudge shelter to a bedraggled stranger.
No one was home! That was surprising. I checked out
the place, made myself comfortable and heaved a sigh of relief. There was food
on the kitchen counter top too. What a
welcome! But it did not last too long.
After a couple of hours, I heard a key turn in the
lock and light footsteps enter. It was a woman carrying a shopping bag and she
sang as she entered. Happy company, I
thought and sat up to say hello. She took one look and yelled, ‘Get out of my
house you varmint!’ and she set to with a will, banging about and screaming till I
cowered in fear. I managed to find a roomy cupboard and concealed myself there
but apparently she had seen me enter.
The next thing I knew was that I had been locked in and there I remained
for the night and the best part of the next day. You can imagine my plight. When would I see
daylight again?
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I
heard was the voices. A man and that
woman talking. The woman was explaining
in shrill staccato and the man seemed to be in vociferous agreement. Then, the cupboard door swung open and my
place of concealment was flooded with light.
The man had a thick stick in his hand and looked dangerous. Was my life in jeopardy? It was ‘do or die’. I leapt past the man; the element of surprise
was on my side. He chased me around the
room but I was quicker and, seeing an open window, I jumped out as fast as I
could without a thought to the consequences.
Oh, the joy of being free and out in the open again.
Whatever happened to ‘shelter the homeless’ and ‘feed
the hungry’? Is charity so very dead?
Take my word for it, it’s certainly no fun being a
rat (especially if you land up in Wendy’s home)!!
Hahaha. Just imagining his plight and our staccato voice !
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