No, we are not supposed to feel sorry for the Big Bad Rat. Nor are we supposed to feel sorry for the Big Bad Human.

Any child has a monster that they are so terribly afraid of. Some creature that lurks in the unknown crevices, making faint noises that are hardly discerned but indisputably there. It is easy to make a child afraid — even of things that are not that. Perhaps, most of all, it is easy to make a child afraid of things that they do not know, for all fear the unknown.

The monsters of the human children's stories are rats. The monsters of the rat children's stories are humans. Big Bad Rat, Big Bad Human. A monstrous creature that never hesitates to harm neither young nor old, pup nor elderly. A creature that, should one meet it, one should never hesitate to draw upon one's weapons as the first act. For no matter this creature's smiles, no matter its promises and kind words, no matter what it seems, it i evil. It wants you dead. And you would do best not to think otherwise.

Yes, in the Land of Under, one teaches his children to hate another's. And child becomes adult, and adult becomes a maker of history, and the cycle repeats.