The bronze rat
Posted by: tz8cy5 <tz8cy5@...>
Chinatown. Picking through the objects on display he discovers a
detailed, life-sized bronze sculpture of a rat. The sculpture is so
interesting and unique that he picks it up and asks the shop owner what
it costs.
"Twelve dollars for the rat, sir," says the shop owner, "and a thousand
dollars more for the story behind it."
"You can keep the story, old man," he replies, "...but I'll take the
rat."
The transaction complete, the tourist leaves the store with the bronze
rat under his arm. As he crosses the street in front of the store, two
live rats emerge from a sewer drain and fall into step behind him.
Nervously looking over his shoulder, he begins to walk faster, but every
time he passes another sewer drain, more rats come out and follow him.
By the time he's walked two blocks, at least a hundred rats are at his
heels, and people begin to point and shout. He walks even faster, and
soon breaks into a trot as multitudes of rats swarm from sewers,
basements, vacant lots, and abandoned cars. Rats by the thousands are
at his heels, and as he sees the waterfront at the bottom of the hill,
he panics and starts to run full tilt. No matter how fast he runs, the
rats keep up, squealing hideously. Now, not just thousands, but
millions, so that by the time he comes rushing up to the water's edge a
trail of rats twelve city blocks long is behind him.
Making a mighty leap, he jumps up onto a light post, grasping it with
one arm, while he hurls the bronze rat into San Francisco Bay, as far as
he can heave it. Pulling his legs up and clinging to the light post, he
watches in amazement as the seething tide of rats surges over the
breakwater into the sea, where they drown.
Shaken and mumbling, he makes his way back to the antique shop.
"Ah, so you've come back for the rest of the story?" says the owner.
"No," says the tourist, "I was hoping ... do you have a similar bronze
lawyer?"