Rats
When I woke up this morning, I was very hungry. I went into the kitchen to make some breakfast. I opened the refrigerator door and…
“Help!” I screamed. “Rats! There are rats in my fridge, and they’re eating my breakfast!” I really don’t like mice and rats. However, I really hate rats that eat my breakfast!
I didn’t like the brown rat that was eating my bread. I disliked the black rat that was eating my cheese. And I couldn’t stand the white rat with yellow ears that was eating my chicken feet! But nobody came to help me get rid of the rats.
I closed the fridge, and I phoned Jim, a friend who is not afraid of rats. He came with a broom and a tennis racket. We went to the fridge.
“One, two, three…open!” he said. I quickly opened the fridge, but the rats which ate my breakfast had disappeared and so had my food. How terrible! The only thing left were three carrots, half a cabbage, and two pieces of bread. Jim and I made carrots and cabbage sandwiches. Yuck! Then I went to buy a lock for my fridge.