Bottled Rat

BOTTLED RAT In there lies the cheese; Sniffing. Enticing. Drawing. Yummy – calling out loudly. Should resist. Should be gone. But the urge…oh, the urge. Can this be a trap? Maybe. A furtive glance all round. The coast seems clear. Safe. But why in there…in that glassy thing? What’s it called again?…ah, yes, a bottle. Sniffing. Watching. Waiting. Vibrating. Haven’t had a decent meal in days. In there, danger. Out here, hunger. Think. Think. Think. Quick. Quick. Quick. I can do this. Fast in. Fast out. What’s the worst thing that can happen? Hungry and alive. Satisfied and dead. The cheese smells so delicious. Craving trumped caution. Made a mad dash for it. Hardly in when the bottle closed. A determined sound. Too bad. Well, at least I’ve got the cheese. Instantly gobbled it down – And calmly waited for an unknown fate.