Benjamin walked home from school.
This time, neither Trap nor I was there.
"Hey brownie, what you got there?" A voice asked. It was Punk Rat.
For a moment, Benjamin felt like punching him. He restrained himself.
Punk Rat grabbed Benjamin's school bag and threw it in a puddle.
Now Benjamin really wanted to punch Punk Rat.
But he again restrained himself.
"What are ya gonna do 'bout it punk?" Punk Rat taunted.
Benjamin said nothing. He just took his school bag and left.
"I shouldn't know that you were too much of a scaredy mouse to stand up for yourself," Punk Rat called after him.
Benjamin ignored him.
Punk Rat snorted.
He had been bullying him to get a reaction, and he was getting none. Benjamin was pathetic.
What could he do to get a reaction?
Suddenly he got an idea.
What better way to get a reaction than to expose something Benjamin didn't want expose?
Punk Rat couldn't wait.
He had a camera at home.
He ran off to get it.
Meanwhile, at Midnight's cave, Midnight circled the other cats.
"Do you have any idea what I am going to do?" She said.
The cats shook their heads.
"We are going to attack in the morning," Midnight said. "And if that fails, we will not wait for the mice to come looking for us. We will go and destroy the city!"
The cats cheered.
"Tomorrow morning, any mice that wonders into the forest will be cat food!" Midnight declared.
The cats cheered.
"And all the will be left of them," She dipped her claw into red paint, as if it were blood. She dipped it into a dead rat. "Will be that."
