Dead and Gone
As I silently ate my breakfast, I saw this dreadful creature crept into my room. This is the same creature that keeps disturbing my sleep making me imagine things that could be going on with dishes I left in my room. There and then, I decided I won't let it go scot-free. I stood up from my chair, took a foot of my bathroom slippers and a broom, ready for battle. The battle began with both of us going back and forth severally, with me just able to lay few beats from the broomstick on it. Eventually, I was able to make a hit. I beat it up until it was tired that it got hooked up in between the broom and I had to finish it up with the slippers. But I couldn't bring myself to finish the job, it turned out. I took the almost dead creature outside, it was still breathing because I was too nice to kill it completely. I just stood there and watched it took its last few breaths. I wished it safe journey to the world beyond and warned it to tell its other family members to steer clear of my room. RIP Rat!
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You're not afraid of rats?
Lol, not exactly... But I hate seeing them around.