Rat and Susan Carol
It hadn’t been the best morning
You wouldn’t have known it anyway, what with the perpetual twighlight
The human screams I had heard the previous morning turned out to be those of a rat and a large cockroach named Susan Carol.
She was maligning and blustering claiming that her injurious life, her sore knee had led her into a great depression. She had suffered on her long walk, the train, the quiet blue desert and the wind that whipped her soft body. She blustered most of all over a piece of grey globulous trash that had been claimed by Rat.
Elma also wanted a piece, I hadn’t the heart to tell her she can only eat starlight.
Susan Carol and the rat fought at length over the scrap, but it was the thought of this train that got me interested in the fight.
A train Susan later admitted ran along the length of the great abyss to the charlie hold, a great bastion housing the potentiality of souls.
I promised to feed both in great supply for more news of this train. They both listened intently…this is what they said…
