The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents

What sort of name is that?'
    'Shssh! They just learned words off old food tins and signs and things! They didn't know what the words meant, they just chose them because they liked the sounds!'
    'Yes, but… Dangerous Beans? It sounds as if he makes you'
    'It's his name. Don't make fun of it!'
    'Sorry, I'm sure,' said Malicia, haughtily.
    The match flared. The candle flame grew.
    Malicia looked down at two rats. One was… well, just a small rat, although sleeker than most of the ones she'd seen. In fact most of the ones she'd seen had been dead, but even the living ones had always been… twitchy, nervy, sniffing the air all the time. This one just… watched. It stared right at her.
    The other rat was white, and even smaller. It was also watching her, although peering was a better word. It had pink eyes. Malicia had never been very interested in other people's feelings, since she'd always considered that her own were a lot more interesting, but there was something sad and worrying about that rat.
    It was dragging a small book, or at least what would be a small book to a human; it was about half the size of a rat. The cover was quite colourful, but Malicia couldn't make out what it was.
    'Peaches and Dangerous Beans,' said Keith. 'This is Malicia. Her father is the mayor here.'
    'Hello,' said Dangerous Beans.
    'Mayor? Isn't that like government !' said Peaches. 'Maurice says governments are very dangerous criminals and steal money from people.'
    'How did you teach them to speak?' said Malicia.
    'They taught themselves,' said Keith. 'They're not trained animals, you know.'
    'Well, my father does not steal from anyone . Who taught them that governments are very-?'
    ''Scuse me, 'scuse me,' said Maurice's voice hurriedly, from the drain gate. 'That's right, I'm down here. Can we get on with things?'
    'We'd like you to gnaw at our ropes, please,' said Keith.
    'I've got a bit of broken knife blade,' said Peaches. 'It's for sharpening the pencil. Would that be better?'
    'Knife?' said Malicia. 'Pencil?'
    'I did say they weren't ordinary rats,' said Keith.
    Nourishing had to run to keep up with Darktan. And Darktan was running because he had to run to keep up with Sardines. When it came to moving fast across a town, Sardines was champion of the world.
    They picked up more rats on the way. Nourishing couldn't help noticing that these were mostly the younger ones, who'd fled because of the terror but hadn't gone far. They fell in behind Darktan readily, almost grateful to be doing something with a purpose.
    Sardines danced on ahead. He just couldn't help it. And he liked drainpipes, roofs and gutters. You got no dogs up there, he said, and not many cats.
    No cat could have followed Sardines. The people of Bad Blintz had strung washing lines between the ancient houses and he leapt onto them, clinging upside down and moving as fast as he would on a flat surface. He went straight up walls, plunged through thatch, tap-danced around smoking chimneys, slid down tiles. Pigeons erupted from their roosts as he sped past, the other rats trailing behind him.
    Clouds rolled across the moon.
    Sardines reached the edge of a roof and leapt, landing on a wall just below. He ran along the top and disappeared in the crack between two planks.
    Nourishing followed him into a kind of loft. Hay was piled in parts of it, but a larger part was simply open to the ground floor below, and supported by several heavy beams that ran right across the building. Bright light shone up from below, and there was the buzz of human voices and - she shuddered - the barking of dogs.
    'This is a big stables, boss,' said Sardines. 'The pit's under the beam over there. Come on…'
    They crept out on the ancient woodwork and peered over the edge.
    Far below was a wooden circle, like half a giant barrel. Nourishing realized that they were right over the pit; if she fell now, she'd land in the middle of it. Men were crowded around it. Dogs were tied up around the walls, barking at one another and at the universe in general in the mad, I'm-going-to-do-this-for-ever way of all dogs. And off to one side was a stack of boxes and sacks.
    The sacks were moving.
    ' Crtlk ! How the krrp will we find Hamnpork in this lot?' Darktan said, his eyes gleaming in the light from below.
    'Well, with old Hamnpork, boss, I reckon we'll know when he turns up,' said Sardines.
    'Could you drop into the pit on a string?'
    'I'm game for anything, guv,' said Sardines, loyally.
    'Into a pit with a