Reginald relaxed into bed after a hard day at work, his belly full of the cheese and seed biscuits that he had made earlier. He had spent his evening regaling the day’s tales to his wife, who had many stories of her own to tell. She worked on the surface, which was a place that Reginald rarely got to see since only approved rats were allowed to go there. And the stray rats who didn’t belong to the sewers, but nobody liked to talk about them.
Reginald wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep when he was woken by a loud clanging sound coming from another room in his house. He got up quietly and told his wife to stay put while he investigated. His bathroom was meant to be renovated soon, but surely the bathroom renovator wouldn’t come at this hour, or without notice? Still, the sound seemed to be coming from the bathroom. Reginald crept towards it and pushed the door open. To his surprise, he did find another rat in the bathroom, but it was not a rat he had invited here, nor was it the bathroom renovator he had hired several weeks ago. It was a rat with long whiskers and who had his back turned to Reginald. He was holding a hammer and was swinging it wildly around, smashing the sink and the shower glass and all of the cabinetry. Reginald’s bathroom was in pieces. There was too much mess and debris for him to walk through. But then the rat turned around, and to Reginald’s dismay, it was Remy. His mouth fell open as he took in the strange rat from the sewer subway.
“What are you doing here?” Reginald yelled.
“I heard you’re getting your bathroom renovated by my biggest competitor, one of the other bathroom design companies Melbourne has,” Remy said, still swinging his hammer at the walls and chipping tiles off. “I’m here to show you that my services are better than theirs.”
Reginald was speechless. Remy had broken into his house and destroyed it.