Templeton was so stuffed and bloated that he didn't even notice that he'd fallen asleep until he was rudely awakened again. His belly had gotten to work digesting his massive gorge, but it wasn't anywhere near finished yet. Even so, a thick layer of fat had settled over his entire body, and doubly so on his stomach. Templeton delighted in the soft, squishy feel as he gave his fatty stomach an affectionate squeeze.
Then his brain caught up, and realized why he'd been woken up.
"EVERYBODY COME LOOK AT THIS RAT!"
A crowd of humans had gathered, and they were all staring. At him. He faintly saw flashes of light going off on the other side of his fat belly, and he realized they were cameras, just like the ones he'd seen humans use to take pictures of Charlotte's web. Templeton did not care for being the center of attention- he found he could get more eating done when he was alone. He was ready to clap his paws over his ears and go back to sleep when he realized what they were saying.
"Can you believe it?"
"He ate that whole pig!"
"Did you get a picture?"
Templeton took an interest. He perked up his ears.
"They should make this rat the fair mascot."
"Look how big he is!"
"I mean, seriously, isn't that what you feel like when you eat the food here?"
One voice, however, stood out from the crowd:
"We should enter him in the hot dog eating contest!"
Templeton really took an interest at the word "eating." He figured it had been at least a couple hours since he ate last, and he had room in his stomach now. The man who was talking was nibbling on a corn dog. His friend was skeptical.
"How would a rat know what to do in a contest?"
"All he has to do is eat. He's obviously good at it." Templeton silently agreed. "I'm sure if you put some food next to him, he'd eat it. Look, he's awake." As if to demonstrate Templeton's eating prowess, the man handed Templeton his half-eaten corn dog. The rat gobbled it up without missing a beat.
"See?"
"Oh, I don't know, Hank. People hate rats."
"What's the point of going to a state fair if you don't see crazy shit like this? Don't you want to see how many hot dogs this fat rat can eat?"
Templeton's mouth watered, and his belly growled. Yes, he did want to see how many hot dogs this fat rat could eat. Why waste precious calories looking for food if the humans would just give it to him? They obviously had more than enough of it.
"I don't know, Hank," the second man repeated, shaking his head. As more people arrived at the fair, an even bigger crowd gathered. Hank clapped his hands to get their attention.
"WHO WANTS TO SEE THIS RAT ENTER A HOT DOG EATING CONTEST?" he shouted. The crowd erupted in cheers. Hank scooped up Templeton and his bowling ball sized stomach and began walking him to the midway. The crowd followed.
Templeton grinned greedily. He'd been expecting to have to wait until nightfall. Who knew he'd get to gorge himself again so soon?
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