Zzz…
Zzzz…
Zzzzz…
Remy lay on his stomach in the rafters of the restaurant.
Despite their increasing sophistication and relation to humans, the rats don't like to let go of their roots; thus their sleeping positions and "habitat" are kept the same.
Remy is very particular about this.
"Yes I would love to eat now…"
You can only wonder what Remy is dreaming about.
"Emile let go of that Shitake Mushroom…" Remy rolled to the left and almost fell over the plank of wood he rested on, but then he rolled to the right and then that's where he fell.
"OOF!" Remy landed with a hard thud onto the rat section of tables, awake, of course.
"Uhh, my head…" he rubbed the back of the part you know hurts when you fall from seven feet.
He scrambled up to his four legs and groaned, getting ready to get back up and sleep, when he heard a chewing noise- a very heaping and scarily real chewing noise.
Flinching, Remy said: "Who's there?" He took a few steps forward and went into his little bucket that lead him into the kitchen.
"E-Emile? Is that you?" he stammered.
As he went closer to the fridge, he started to feel like he was in an earthquake with an increasing intensity.
"Wh-who's there?" Remy trembled.
Then it was there, he saw it, a purple and pink rat, shorter than him, but a lot chunkier (should I say fat) than him.
Remy just stared at him unrealistically gobbling up all the food he could hold in his paws.
Handful after handful, the rat took some food (whatever could fit in his paws) swallowed it whole and then got another handful.
Remy's eyes twitched. "WHAT?!!!" he screamed.
The squishy rat noticed someone staring at him and then chewed once more before swallowing and stretching his paw out, offering Remy a piece of whatever he dug out of the fridge.