“Oh Dave,” she said deploringly, looking down at the rat, pleading that he might have a solution. Gently, Wanda slunk her hand under his belly and lifted him in the air. She hugged him to her chest and stroked his tacky skin while he attempted to escape her clutch. “What are we going to do?” she asked him morosely. Dave sniffed the air, oblivious. Wanda returned to the couch and kissed Dave’s head. Having had enough of Wanda’s love, the rat squirmed free from her grip and explored the surface of the couch.
Already familiar with the surface of the couch, and disappointed to find no food crumbs in the cushion cracks, Dave dropped onto the floor and scurried in a zigzag. Wanda trailed the animal with her observant eyes. Unfortunately, Dave would not have the chance to pass on his genes. His
