1194. Smell a rat
© Bruce Goodman 9 December 2017

Prickly Porcupine was new to farming. He’d never farmed in his life. He bought some land and began.

“First things first,” he said. “We must begin by draining the swamp.”

Oh the outcry! The squawking of marsh hens! The rattling of alligator teeth! The swabbing of crocodile tears! The shedding of snake skins! The buzzing of mozzies!

“We have never seen such corruption as we now see from this swamp-draining Prickly Porcupine,” hollered the head water rat. “This is an outrage! I am appalled! Appalled! Be careful! Be very, very careful! Look behind you! Look in front! Look to the sides! I smell a rat!”

In the end, Prickly Porcupine gave up. “Swamp pests,” he said, “are happiest left to slop in their own sludge.”

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