“Michaelo! Don’t!” He creeped cautiously towards the wooden plank. “Easy mother. I can get it.” “Michaelo, we need food, but not like this… please, not like this…” I followed closely behind him, and he said, “Look mother. Archie does this all the time for his sons!” “YOU ARE NOT ARCHIE !” I yelled.
I hated how Archie had changed my son, and he was a RAT too! “Look Michaelo,” “No Mother, you look,” he interrupted. I was shocked. I had never raised him to speak to me in such a way. Times were changing, and not for the better.
“Ever since father got taken, you are too depressed to care for me and Fangea. Archie takes care of us!” I whacked him hard with my tail. “How dare you.” I saw his sadness, and realized he was right.
“No, Michaelo. I will get the cheese.” I left him behind and sprang for the cheese. That’s when I heard the snap. In my last few seconds of consciousness I saw that I was successful. I had gotten my children the largest piece of cheese anyone had seen in a while.
They will eat tonight.