27 January 2013
I am the cat, important am I, not a mouse dares smirk as I strut by. Those dirty little mice with their freedom cheese ways, I told them to buy cheese that the corporate pigs made! But they lowered my profits by making great cheese, I hate them for this, thinking shouldn't be free! "I am simply a cat, cheese just isn't my thing, but you're showing me up you dirty little slaves". So I sent for my rats, they'll know what to do, they will buy all of our cheese and make fools out of you!
My rats were full of ego just as grand as mine and loved the ease of buying cheeses just as much as I. But those mice wouldn't learn because they cared too much so I ground each and every one of them up for my lunch. Now my processed pig cheese is the only cheese in the land, it's a little bit pricy and a whole lot bland, but thanks to me you have no other choices, since the mice who made tasty homemade cheeses no longer have voices.
Then later the rats died from unknown diseases and the cat couldn't stomach his meal of mice pieces. Everything was bad and it's really a shame, as his cheese poisoned the city he still denied blame. "The rats made me do it", he cried to his bosses, "the rats and those mice are the cause of your loses". The bossy cows mooed as cows often do, then hired a mouse who could invent a cat stew.
Cat & Mouse • Opuss № I