R is for RAT

Dad noticed that our dog kept sniffing the stove. Remembering our domestic helper's words, mum and I closed the kitchen door and armed ourselves with brooms to prepare for...
THE RAT.

A drop of sweat dripped down Dad's forehead as he pushed the stove, and Mum and I held our breath. For a while, nothing happened as The Black Knight sniffed the area behind the stove. I stood up, to check out what was going on. Our Knight had got bored of waiting for the rat to come out, so I suppose he went outside for some fresh air. Meanwhile, the rat waited for his chance...

Out of nowhere, the rat sprung out of it's hiding place. Mum and I screamed and ran towards the kitchen door, while the crafty rat escaped in the direction of the storeroom. Mum quickly recovered to her normal senses and tried to push him with her broom towards the outside door, but it's feet were too quick and soon it was in the safety of the storeroom, full of boxes, coconuts, junk and unwanted items. The rat gave me a real scare, and I screamed my guts out. Dad told me to "shh!" because the neighbors would think that a murderer had come or something. Sure enough, I saw the neighbors peep at our house from their balconies while Mum and Dad tried to find the rat amongst all the rubble. They cleaned out most of it, and found out how the rat came into our house in the first place, a broken window. I couldn't believe that a rat could be in our clean well kept house! I took the broom and swept away it's house or nest more like.

Snoozy, who will have nightmares of rats tonight!

S is for Snow White and the poisoned cutlets

We have a new domestic helper now. She is old and kind...or so she seems. But really, I think she could be a witch in disguise. Especially after...
THE POISONED CUTLETS.

"Pingi!" yelled the domestic helper. My dog's name is Dinky not Pingi, I felt like saying. Instead I just kept silent, and helped myself to one of the chocolate chip cookies.
"Baba, today I'll make cutlets for you," she said. YESSS! I think my delight showed on my face, because she laughed. My bro and I say that she doesn't laugh, she cackles like an evil witch, which is the truth!
The domestic helper is really talkative. When we're like chatting on fb, she comes and talks to us about her daughter's friends, her neighbors etc. Today she told us that the day before she had seen a rat creeping into our house. Our house? No way, i thought. It was way too clean to have rats.

"Ugh, what are these?" I asked my mum as soon as I got back from class.
"Cutlets," she answered.
"Well they certainly don't look like cutlets!" I said, trying one. Eww, it tastes as bad as it looks, i thought.

Dinky enjoyed his Dinner that night, none of us would eat the cutlets so he ate some. Fortunately, nothing happened to him, but I had a bad stomach...

Dear Mr. Rat

Dear Mr. Rat,

I am afraid I had to destroy your residence behind the stove. This is due to the fact that your sudden appearance tonight caused harmful affects to my health. I have to admit, your Karate moves are impressive. Unfortunately, my best friend, The Black Knight, will have you for his next meal if you do not evacuate the premises in one week.
Sincerely,
Your neighbor,
Snoozy