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!
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