[the blogger has been stressed all day and he feels really better now after this post which he wrote in record time]
IT’S A full moon night and
CAESAR sped past the guava tree trunk, and came in line with the banana stem now. The guava tree, thoroughly shaken up, started raining guavas all over the ground. The rat uses his echolocation capacity and judges the points on the ground where the guavas wouldn’t fall and jumps accordingly. Caesar doesn’t mind them, Nor does he mind the banana tree. He says “Woooof” and with one sweep of his hand cuts the banana tree down. He looks forward at his fleeing adversary. It’s gained some ground now. Caesar is furious. Invisible longitudinal waves of rage emanate from him and spread out to the whole world. The waves overtake the mouse, making its fur hairs stand on end, shaking him up. The mouse gets confused and turns his head slightly, to catch a glimpse of Caesar.
Caesar’s forepaws were diggin the earth; any moment now he would start his death run. Frothy spit oozed in between Caesars jaws. They wet the earth he had just dug up. Caesars eyes are red. They strain to position the rats tail among the grass blades in the dark. The rat is distraught and thus desperate and starts to make a zig zag path in the lawn, a ploy his grandfather had taught him minutes before he died.
Caesar smirks, his canines showing. He knew everything that was to know and more about rat trails, especially the zig zag ones. He quickly calculates the horizontal distance between the 2 lateral ends of the zig zag. He then puts his nose down and finds the exact centre of this distance. He keeps his eyes in line, and takes time to absorb the speed with which he would have to move to meet the rat in the centre. He finds it, and looks pretty pleased with himself. He puts some extra pressure on his forepaws, and gives a mad push forward. The rat hears it and knows it. He can feel death closing in fast, gaining ground in the zig zag slipstream. The rat tries to think, but he cant. But He can curse his grandpa, and his dim-witted tactics and wish he rotted in hell.
Caesar meanwhile has gained ground rapidly, and can smell the rats ass now. He hates the smell and opens his jaws, to raise his nose, thus avoiding the smell. The rat can feel Caesar’s burning breath now which lights up its butt hairs and gives it more speed. But the rat is not in denial. He knows when the game is up. He starts to close its eyes, in anticipation and silent approval for the moment those jaws will close in on his butt ; when; all of a sudden he hears a shrill rat whistle. He opens its eyes, and looks around. He’ll recognize that whistle anytime, anywhere, even with death chasing. It was his girlfriend, his love of 9 years. He sees her eyes glowing in between the potted plants, at the corner of his eye. Straining a lil bit more he sees 6 more eyes. It just takes a quarter of a second for him to figure out what was happening .Caesar has had enough of the smell. He gives a valiant jump, only after gaining some more ground first, which he knows he’ll lose once he jumps. Swooosh.
Misses. The rat had made a 90 degree turn, and now was running in the direction of the potted money plants in the corner.[where his gang was waiting]. The money plants formed a dense 2m radius foliage, creeping densely across the used tube lights, iron rods, and other vertical contraptions used for support. The rat sprang between the pots, kissed his wife, high fived his friends, and heaved a sigh of relief. Caesar blows the mud and grass blades from his mouth. Phoooooey. He looks around in humiliation having missed an opportunity of a lifetime. He raises himself on his hind legs, like a stallion and thumping his chest, lets out a huge bark that wakes the neighborhood. The rats in the corner shiver together. Their teeth chatter, letting out a weird noise which Caesar acknowledges. He comes back to feet, and looks in that direction. He sees 8 pairs of frightened eyes in the distance. The money plants shake along with the rats now. Caesars smiles to himself. He’s cornered the neighborhood pests, finally. Without wasting anytime digging with his forepaws, Caesar gallops to the scene and gives a bob beamon leap towards the foliage.
SwooooooooooooooooooooSH.
He rises to the air, the greatest leap he has ever done......
Midair, Caesar hears one of the rats chuckle.........
Something feels not right.........
The money plants have ceased to move now.......
Everything begins to get clear to him.......
IT’S A TRAP!
But its too late. He cant change course in mid air………
Epilogue
“Aaa nashicha pattiye jyaan thooki kollum [ill kill that bastardly dog] “ I woke up to
an atmosphere of nauseating abuse, hurled by my 50 yr old servant woman [theres a whole post comin up about her]. I went outside to the balcony and this is what I see: the lawn is no more green, its dark red! The cement of the car shed looks a bloody mess, banana leaves were everywhere. Someone wud say a bloody tsunami had struck last night. Caesar lay unconscious [hypotension due to excessive loss of blood?] with broken tubelights fixed in his calf, his forepaws and his ass. I was called to action, I called the vet, We [he] gave GA, and Caesar was spread-eagled on the dinner table and stitched up. He’s being reprimanded for a week, not being let out of his kennel. And every night the rats come out to dance in front of him, Caesar goes crazy and I cant fukin sleep…....
an atmosphere of nauseating abuse, hurled by my 50 yr old servant woman [theres a whole post comin up about her]. I went outside to the balcony and this is what I see: the lawn is no more green, its dark red! The cement of the car shed looks a bloody mess, banana leaves were everywhere. Someone wud say a bloody tsunami had struck last night. Caesar lay unconscious [hypotension due to excessive loss of blood?] with broken tubelights fixed in his calf, his forepaws and his ass. I was called to action, I called the vet, We [he] gave GA, and Caesar was spread-eagled on the dinner table and stitched up. He’s being reprimanded for a week, not being let out of his kennel. And every night the rats come out to dance in front of him, Caesar goes crazy and I cant fukin sleep…....p.s : the pic is of his neatly dressed forepaw wound that i did today...
