Waiting for the train, 14th St. #1

The rat was fat and healthy. He ambled down the tracks in no particular hurry. We who were waiting for trains could see him clearly. The train did not come right away so as we waited we got to see the rat slowly amble back with a long strip of pretzel in his teeth. At first I thought it might be a bit of construction for his house he was building. It was that tall and that straight, but would a rat bother carrying his tools to the site? He was surely well enough off to hire someone else to do that. This load was for the family supper. It was a substantial feast.

Soon the train came. I turned to the man at my left and asked if he saw it. Oh yes he said I did see that.


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