Trains

As soon as the train passed, I scurried away to the other side of the tracks. It took a minute to recall the exact location of my friend’s burrow, but my nose picked up her scent. In I went, only to discover she and her kids hadn’t woken up yet. I tried to tiptoe around the snoring trio, but there wasn’t much wiggle room. Eventually, one of them startled to life, took one look at me, and shrieked. Then I remembered what I did. The last time I saw them, I cheekily let the train run over me just as I waved goodbye to them. As long as I lie low in this groove I dug, I am clear of that cruising steel can. Looking at their shocked faces, clearly they had no idea. Now I felt like a rat. In my defence, we are all rats.