Templeton quickly rushed behind a car fender as he spotted two big mean looking crows perching on top of a nice looking hotrod. The one to the left seemed to have been eating what looked like a small mouse. Templeton kept to the shadows, not wanting to be seen or heard by the two ravenous birds.
“Great,” he sighed, “just what I need when I want a bite to eat.” His rather thin stomach growled with anticipation. He then punched it. “I know your hungry, just shut up and let me think.” He kept his dark eyes looking at the birds, waiting to see if they would take off and fly away just as he wanted them to. There didn’t seem to be a point in going back to the farm for food, since there were no pigs to provide any like in the past. But these birds wouldn’t leave.
So the rat crept through pipes and used trash cans to circle around them in his quest for food. Sniffing the air he couldn’t find much of anything because of the carcass of the dead mouse staining the other perfumes of vittles with its own rotten blood dry stench. He found a crumb here and a crust there, and other little morsels, but none being enough to help him reach a state of fullness. Being the gluttonous rat he was Templeton would rather eat to the point of bursting than to the point of contentment, no matter how much his stomach complained. But he found nothing, it was a disappointing time at the junkyard. So his stomach complained some more.
“Don’t blame me for these scraps! It’s not like there’s some magical place where there’s a never ending supply of food! This is the best we got!”
To Templeton’s dismay his outburst had alerted the birds, who now flew over head and glided toward him. “Aww great, see what you made me do!”
The first crow swooped down but missed as Templeton quickly ducked and made a run for it. Ducking and weaving through garbage and keeping an eye out for the crows. His rat heart raced at the thought of being someone else’s lunch, he wouldn’t have it. After much running he managed to jump right into a broken down cars muffler. The birds flew down and began searching for him under the car, one even flew back up into the sky to catch a glimpse of him. But to no avail. They gave up their search for the rat and took to the skies. Abandoning their hopes at looking for him.
As soon as he heard their wings flutter away, Templeton came out of his hiding place and gave a sigh of relief. “Whoo, gave them the slip. Sure was in a bit of a pickle there.” At the sound of food his stomach acted up again. This time retorting with small bits of hunger pain. Templeton softly clenched his stomach and was about to hit it. Until a garbage truck came from it’s pickup routine. It emptied its contents like a waterfall to form a new pile of trash.
Templeton patted his thin stomach approvingly. “This just might be it.” He said as he ran over to the newly formed pile.
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