John and the twins were walking home from the park on Sunday morning when Veronica spotted a rat sitting on the curb. “Doggie,” she said, as she pointed to the rat. (Doggie is her default for any animal she’s not familiar with.)
“No, that’s a rat,” John told her.
“Pretty. Pretty rat.” (To be fair, John said it did have a very nice, fluffy coat, so it may well have been a pretty rat.)
So there the three of them stood, Veronica admiring the “pretty rat” while Colin chanted “Rat! Rat! Rat!” beside her, until John told them it was time to move on.
“Bye-bye rat,” the twins both said as they waved goodbye to their discovery.
Only in the city.
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