5. Agita – and lots of it…
June 12, 2009
“EAT you? Ah ha ha ha ha.
Why would I eat you?”
I have been told that rats eat mouses. It is in the legend.
Mongo laughed so hard that tears ran down on to his pink nose.
“This rat does not eat a mouse. The idea is positively disgusting. In fact, the mere thought is giving me agita. Ack. Gack. Blaek.”
“Oh Mongo? Agita?”
Mongo explained that agita is a very serious sick stomach. He learned it as a pink growing up in the pet store in Brooklyn where he was born. You may not know this but tiny baby rats and mouses are called pinks when they are first born because, well, they are hairless and pink for the first week of their lives, and they can only smell and feel. Our eyes are closed.
“Mister Mouse! Agita is a word the Italian-American Rats taught me. Oh, pet store food is horrible. It gives you a sour stomach. The thought of eating you? Why would I eat a mouse?!
I am served the feast of Kings here. Besides, eating you would require a lot of biting and screaming and kicking. Ack! And blood all over my beautiful fresh straw. I just may faint… Oh…
Take a look around you, Mr. Mouse, what do you see?”
And as I looked around the glass house, I saw the most horrible, frightening thing I had ever seen. A giant furry face with vicious fangs began rising into view. A gigantic tongue licked it’s lips, it’s horrible nose sucked in air – looking for mouse – and then it leapt straight up and onto the screen that covered the glass house, sniffing and scratching. The screen began to stretch and sink under the weight. The bad smell. This was the thing that made the bad smell.
Also known as “Bad Kitty”.
