IT TURNS OUT YOU’RE A RAT

Hallucinating that you were a rat after you had too much to drink one night, you had on a beret standing by an oak grandfather clock. The rat was smoking a cigar, nodding its head agreeing to have its picture taken.

The rat stared at a patch of grass at its feet, biting on its bottom lip and seemed to have wet its pants.

You know you’re human, so you took the rat to the district hospital and admitted it to the rehab centre, where you know many of your friends are doctors. They should be able to treat enuresis at their facility.

But this time, it didn’t work out. Ganged up and assaulted by a number of hospital patients, the…