We were walking by
the river when a rat stopped
to greet us wishing us a
fine day and
asking quite politely if
we would lend him a dollar.

I reached into my
pocket but all I had was
some loose change and a candy
wrapper. The rat
said that would do
nicely praising our generosity and compassion.

We exchanged pleasantries, noting
not all rats were so
polite and well behaved. He agreed.
He could tell
us stories. His cousin,
for example, was quite the beast.