The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents

kind of pressure. Even Maurice could feel it, as soon as Keith broke down the door. It was like a headache outside your head, trying to get in. It banged on the ears.
    Maurice was staying a little way behind. You didn't need to be very clever to see that this was a bad situation and one which might need some running away from at any time.
    He saw, between their legs, Darktan and Hamnpork and a few other Changelings. They were in the middle of the floor, looking up at the cages.
    He was amazed to see that even Hamnpork was trembling. But he was trembling with rage.
    'Let them out!' he shouted up to Keith. 'Let them all out! Let them all out now !'
    ' Another talking rat?' said Malicia.
    ' Let them out !' Hamnpork screamed.
    'All these foul cages…' said Malicia, staring.
    'I did say about the wire netting,' said Keith. 'Look, you can see where it's been repaired… they gnawed through wire to escape!'
    'I said let them out !' screamed Hamnpork. 'Let them out or I will kill you! Evil! Evil! Evil!'
    'But they're just rats-' said Malicia.
    Hamnpork leapt and landed on the girl's dress. He swarmed up towards her neck. She froze. He hissed, 'There are rats eating one another in there! I will gnaw you, you evil-'
    Keith's hand grasped him firmly around the waist and pulled him off her neck.
    Screeching, hair bristling, Hamnpork sunk his teeth into Keith's finger.
    Malicia gasped. Even Maurice winced.
    Hamnpork drew his head back, blood dripping from his muzzle, and blinked in horror.
    Tears welled up in Keith's eyes. Very carefully, he put Hamnpork down on the floor. 'It's the smell,' he said, quietly. 'It upsets them.'
    'I… I thought you said they were tame!' said Malicia, able to speak at last. She picked up a lump of wood that was leaning against the cages.
    Keith knocked it out of her hand. 'Never, ever threaten one of us!'
    'He attacked you!'
    'Look around! This is not a story! This is real! Do you understand? They're frightened out of their minds!'
    'How dare you talk to me like that!' Malicia shouted.
    'I rrkrkrk will!'
    'One of us, eh? Was that a rat swearword? Do you even swear in Rat, rat boy?'
    Just like cats, Maurice thought. You stand face to face and scream at one another. His ears swivelled as he heard another sound, in the distance. Someone was coming down the ladder. Maurice knew from experience that this was no time to talk to humans. They always said things like 'What?' and 'That's not right!' or 'Where?'
    'Get out of here right now ,' he said, as he ran past Darktan. 'Don't get human about it, just run!'
    And that was quite enough heroism, he decided. It didn't pay to let other people actually slow you down.
    There was a rusty old drain set in the wall. He skidded on the slimy floor as he changed direction, and there, yes, was a Maurice-sized hole where a bar had rusted clean away. Paws scrabbling for speed, he darted through the hole just as the rat-catchers entered the room of cages. Then, safe in the darkness, he turned around and peered out.
    Time to check. Was Maurice safe? All legs present? Tail? Yes. Good.
    He could see Darktan tugging at Hamnpork, who seemed to have frozen on the spot, the others scuttling towards another drain in the opposite wall. They moved unsteadily. That's what happens when you let yourself go, Maurice thought. They thought they'd got educated, but in a tight corner a rat is just a rat.
    Now me, I'm different. Brain functioning perfectly at all times. Always on the lookout. On the case and sniffing bottom.
    The caged rats were making a din. Keith and the story-telling girl were watching the rat-catchers in amazement. The rat-catchers weren't unamazed, either.
    On the floor, Darktan gave up trying to get Hamnpork to move. He drew his sword, looked up at the humans, hesitated, and then ran for the drain.
    Yes, let them sort it out. They're all human, Maurice thought. They've got big brains, they can talk, it should be no problem at all.
    Hah! Tell them a story, story-telling girl!
    Rat-catcher 1 stared at Malicia and Keith. 'What're you doing here, miss?' he said, his voice creaking with suspicion.
    'Playing Mummies and Daddies?' said Rat-catcher 2 cheerfully.
    'You broke into our shed,' said Rat-catcher 1. 'That's called "breaking in", that is!'
    'You've been stealing, yes, stealing food and blaming it on rats!' snapped Malicia. 'And why have you got all these rats caged up in here? And what about the aglets, eh? Surprised, eh? Didn't think anyone would notice them,