This is Ratatouille. I was cleaning a closet at work and his mother ran away, he fell off. He is so small his eyes aren’t open yet. So I have adopted him as my own. He enjoys sleeping slung over my finger, as shown here.
Dear readers, if you hate talking animals, avert your eyes! this story is about things like that. In particular, about a talking rat named Charles.
Chapter 1: Introduce Yourself, Charles!
Hullo! my name is Charles Xavier and this is my sister, Raven. as you can see, Raven is a Mutant! that’s why she’s blue.
Today, I graduated from my degree in genetics! I hope to use my knowledge to help people understand more about people like me!
In the future, Mutants became accepted by everyone!
I dream of a day when people and talking animals (and mutants) can co-exist together in harmony!
But sadly, talking animals (especially rats) are not really accepted by the public. (although I heard of one that had a successful career as a chef!)
But one day, I met someone like me.
I was in a cruise with Raven when I saw a shark drowning! he was yelling something in German and trying hard to pull something out of the water.
I couldn’t believe my eyes! Someone like me!
So I shook off my coat and dove in to save him!
AND THE REST IS HISTORY. THE END
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Also: you can hover your mouse over a bold word to read some extra notes! Hello guys! This is possibly the last big adventure of Charles the rat, glad you stucked around! I had fun drawing the animals. The moral lesson is: I don’t want rats cooking my food.
-C :D
