A tale of rats and toast
Yi Squint/Wen
Zimei / Figure
Sound Spirit: Peng Yanrong / He Sing / Speechless Monk / Tianshui /
In the old house lived a very lonely little mouse. He was used to being hunted and starved from a very young age. As a rat, there were no animals around that would be friendly to him. Especially the big ginger cat that was always hovering at the door, he had been afraid to go out for many days because he was afraid of being bitten.
That evening he came across an entire dish of freshly baked toast in the kitchen—it smelled fragrant and poked soft.
"Hey!" Toast happily said to him, "It's nice to know you, I've always wanted to have a friend before I get eaten." ”
What should he say, so should he. But it's unusual to make friends with a toast.
"I don't have any friends either." The mouse said honestly, "And I'm hungry." ”
"You're no longer alone." Toast replied softly, "And you can eat a small slice of me." ”
The toast looked delicious, but the rats weren't quite sure if they should eat their friends. By the time he hesitated, Toast had already hollowed out a small piece of himself and handed it to him, which looked like a heart.
The toast tasted sweet, and the rats weren't so hungry. He sat down next to the toast, and they began to talk like friends.
"Humans killed my mother a long time ago, there is nothing more hateful in the world than humans, and I want to bite them in the throat while they fall asleep."
"Revenge will not calm you down."
"Aren't you afraid of humans?" They're going to eat you. ”
"I wouldn't have existed without humans. I will be just some flour and water, and I will not meet you anymore, my friend. ”
Rats take toast back to their hole behind abandoned fireplaces, and every night they try to fill themselves up before coming back—because toast is so tempting.
Sometimes he leaned over the toast and desperately wanted to take a sneaky bite. But whenever he saw the heart-shaped gap in the toast, he woke up and shook his head viciously. Toast seemed to know what he was thinking and smiled slightly whenever he did.
The days passed quickly, until one day, the rat was too hungry to be caught by the mouse clip set by the landlord. He thought in frustration that he would never be able to go home again, and that he had prepared for a day when, whether he was caught, eaten by a cat, or eaten with poisonous bread crumbs, it was as if he had done something wrong as a rat.
But Toast didn't hate rats, even though rats were meant to eat him.
The mouse had friends, and he wasn't willing to end it like that. With all his strength, he pulled his bleeding leg out of the metal clip and staggered home. Toast looked at him with great concern, not understanding why the rat should be harmed.
The rat was so tired that he lay down without a word and fell asleep.
But at night, the rat began to have a fever, and his legs were sore and he became confused.
The only thing he knew was that the aroma of the grain that toast had been with him all along made him feel safe.
After a few days of nearly blank space, the rat's consciousness began to wake up.
He blinked. Something is wrong.
The rat sat up violently, and only half of the toast was left! Motionless toast leaned against him. It still smells so good.
"What happened? Who ate you? I'll bite him to death. The mouse asked angrily.
Toast shook his head calmly, and the surprised rat seemed to see what he had seen when he was sick: Toast had broken off small pieces of himself and brought them to his mouth.
“...... Why are you doing that? The rat asked sadly.
"Because you're my only friend, and that's the only thing I can do for you."
The mouse thought, maybe there was something he could do for a friend.
"I'll make you up for it." Then he staggered out of his hole.
First, he wants to steal the flour from the shelf.
The shelf was so high that he almost fell into a pot of boiling water.
While stealing eggs, he was trapped in the refrigerator for hours, thinking he was going to freeze to death.
But he still returned to his hole with an egg in his arms, behind which was the scream of a lady before fainting.
Toast looked at him worriedly and was adamantly opposed to his actions.
"I don't care at all that there's only half left." Toast said, "I don't want you to continue to take the risk." ”
The rats disagreed. Now only one cookbook remains.
The particularly beautiful fur squirrel who lived on a high place told him that the owl had a very old baking recipe. "But I don't think you can borrow it." Everyone knows how much the owl hates you. Be careful. ”
"I don't care." The rat replied.
He went deep into the forest. Found the owl crouching on a tree stumps and looking very unpleasant.
"Mouse, get away before I treat you for dinner."
"I need your recipe."
"Hmm, hmm, if it weren't for Miss Squirrel's sake, I'd be pecking off your tail right now." What is the use of a rat recipe? ”
"Whatever you want. I must get that recipe. I need to restore my toast friend and then you can get my tail. I'll also tell Miss Squirrel how generous an owl you are. ”
The owl looked at him in amazement for a moment and slowly removed its paws from the recipe.
"—Remember to return it to me on time."
The rat dragged the recipe home tired. Toast looked at him angrily.
"I thought you wouldn't be coming back this time. Do you know what that means? I can't go anywhere. Can only be here waiting for you all the time... Wait forever. ”
The mouse bowed its head.
"But I promise to make you up."
The toast is silent. After a while, he asked softly, "Are you hungry?" Is there a good meal in the forest? You can bite me. Anyway, you'll fix me up in a minute. ”
“...... You're the stupidest toast in the world. ”
But the mouse knew he wouldn't ever meet again to love his toast more than his friends.
The rat read the old baking guide carefully. He stirred the dough with all his strength. The fireplace was hot again, and he was very nervous.
"I believe in you." The toast that was stuffed into the fireplace by rats said calmly.
After 40 minutes, the rat looked at the roasted golden toast in disbelief. It looked as if it had never been damaged, and the heart-shaped gap that had been originally broken had been patched up.
Although it was slightly charred, the toast didn't mind at all.
The rat slept soundly that night with hot toast.
"You're such a unique mouse." Toast said in his dream.
You are also my unique toast. The rat thought contentedly.
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About the author
Yi Xuan/
Enemies of cabbage.
Sound Card Division
Peng Yanrong / Narrator
Ho Sing / Toast
Speechless monk / mouse
Tianshui / Owl
Peng Yanrong: Director, teacher, goddess, second B, invincible.
He Sing: Master's student of the Sorbonne Humanities Institute in Paris, hostess of a bookstore, freelance translator living in France, mother of two mixed-race little devils, who care about grain and vegetables every day, and care for Chinese artistic feelings. WeChat personal public number: looking for the little prince.
The Speechless Monk: A man on the fringes of the city center. Sound lovers, adults who have no resistance to children's voices.
Tianshui: In Beijing. He has been a teacher, worked in a newspaper, and is now in the publishing industry. Live adulthood and love fairy tales on earth.
Flop player
He Sing/
Children's groups
Zhao Tai / Boss Kim / Daan / Ji Yin /