|Five Rat Oriented Short Stories (standard:humor, 1995 words)|
|Author: Oscar Rat||Added: Jun 18 2009||Views/Reads: 1616/1079||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|For and about rats, but humans might like them.|
I put together five short shorts. Oscar Rat =========== Rogaine =========== Rhonda Rat's best friends were Suzy Squirrel and Betty Bunny. While Rhonda sat on a bench during the Cheese Dance, her friends had plenty of boyfriends and dances. At a loss as to why, Rhonda noticed the nice furry tails on her friends. That must be the reason, she figured. She wished she had a pretty tail like theirs. Suzy's was long and hairy, and she took advantage by waving it wildly. Betty's tail was small and cute. All the boys loved to rub it for luck. Rhonda's was long, thin, and almost hairless. Oh, how she dreamed of a furry, hairy tail for her very own. That night, the depressed little ratlet was watching television and saw an ad for Rogaine. She sent away for a tube and eagerly waited for the preparation. When it came, Rhonda sat up all night, soaking her tail. It was cold and slimy stuff, and she got it all over her little bottom. For the next week, Rhonda carefully checked herself, waiting for the promised lush growth. True to the advertising, hair grew, and grew wildly. But not on her tail. Her tail is still long and hairless, but she has the cutest little furry bottom you ever saw, and the boys love to pet it. Oscar Rat =========== Looking for an apartment. =========== Oscar sold his first story to Rodent Quarterly. They paid him $30 dollars for it. “Now don't drink it up in one night,” I told him. “You owe Charlie for all those pizzas, not to mention that Nancy needs a new pair of shoes for school.” “I got a better idea, Malodor, dear,” he said. “Lets move out of this building. Now that I'm a famous published author, we can get a better apartment.” He grinned, I could never resist his grin, “there are too many humans and aardvarks living here.” Now, let me tell you, I wasn't very enthusiastic. I had to work for a living while Oscar just pecked away at that computer. Why, his drinks alone cost me a day's labor. Even teenage Nancy, my niece, had to work part time to get her school supplies. Sure, the idea of a home with only rodents around us was tempting, but how could we afford it? Just because he sold one story doesn't mean he'd sell more. But, on the other hand, I never could resist that cute grin, with his whiskers curled up like that. And I didn't want to discourage the rat. He's like a big kid and needs guidance. "Uh ... Malodor. Why don't we see a real estate agent downtown? I, uh, heard bad things about this place." "Don't be silly, Oscar. This is as good an agent as any, and right downstairs from where we live. I'm not going all that way." "Listen, honey. I see Jeff over there. I gotta see him about a story. Why don't I see you later. Okay?" Before I could stop him, he quickly tangled whiskers with me, and was only a gray streak along the corridor. Since we were in a basement hallway, right next to the RatSkellar bar, I knew where to find Oscar when I was done. Knowing chasing him was useless, I shrugged and entered the office, finding a nice-looking young female squirrel sitting at a desk inside. “Now Ms. Skunk, you realize your boyfriend's potential is not much of an asset -- even if he is the only virtual rat writer in the world. That's not much of a recommendation for a home loan. Has he ever been Click here to read the rest of this story (188 more lines)
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