Secluded from the rest of the restaurant crew, Remy stared out the window of the rat-section of La Ratatouille.
He sighed in deep thought hearing the gentle whispers of speech from the people in the kitchen beneath him.
And feeling touch of…
"AHH!" Remy exclaimed, turning around in surprise.
"Hey, Remy! What are you doing up here all alone? Everyone's eating downstairs." Emile said, his paw still on the shoulder of Remy, which he so suddenly tapped.
Catching his breath Remy said: "I'm just thinking, Emile. I don't want to be bothered."
"Oh." Emile remained quiet for a few more seconds as Remy stared out the window.
"Am I being bothering?" Emile cut the silence, with Remy's almost immediate reply being: "See? Okay, sorry, but, when someone is in thought, they need some silence." Remy turned around a little bit to face his brother.
"Well, okay." Emile silently pattered his way down. "Oh, and dad says if you're feeling a little left out, remember, you're family." He said, jumping onto the small installed stairs.
Remy looked back once before his brother disappeared from sight. His ears drooped slightly.
Why? Because they were right, he was feeling left out.
He was the only rat who was a cook. He was the only cook who wasn't human.
Sometimes, it was really hard to relate and pitch ideas when you can't even speak to your colleagues.
Not even the prized company of Anton Ego could help him overcome this feeling of loneliness. Remy just had to learn to work out of it and deal with life.
So, yeah. Remy was feeling left out.
"Hey, Remy!" he heard Git call. "Come on down here! You're missin' out on all the food!"
Stealthily smiling, Remy said to himself…
"Okay. Just keep yourself looking up, Remy. Luck will change." Then he scampered off down to his family and friends.