Summer Rat

“Don’t fuck with it,” Jimmy said.

“I’m just gonna poke it with this stick,” Dan said.  It was late in the town. It was summer.  And everyone knows that you don’t mess with a rat in the summer.  Something comes over them.  The rat was sitting in the middle of the sidewalk.  And the rat wasn’t moving.

“Don’t.”

“I’m gonna poke it,” Dan said, and moved closer. The rat grabbed the stick with its teeth, twisted, and broke the stick in half.  Then the rat jumped on Dan’s face and Jimmy ran, as the rat had its way with Dan.

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Title by: maca
Story by: Jarvis

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