The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents

behind you can give you wings.
    Are you planning to run to help the white rat? said his conscience. Or are you thinking of making a dash for the daylight?
    Maurice had to admit that the daylight had never seemed a better idea. There was no point in lying to himself. After all, rats didn't live very long in any case, even if they had wobbly noses-
    They are close, CAT. Shall we play a game? Cats like PLAYING. Did you play with Additives? BEFORE YOU BIT HIS HEAD OFF?
    Maurice stopped dead. 'You are going to die ,' he said softly.
    They are getting closer to me, Maurice. So close now. Shall I tell you that the stupid-looking kid and the silly-sounding girl are going to die? Do you know that rats can eat a human alive?
    Malicia bolted the shed door.
    'Rat kings are deeply mysterious,' she said. 'A rat king is a group of rats with their tails tied together'
    'How?'
    'Well, the stories say it just… happens.'
    ' How does it happen?'
    'I read somewhere that their tails become stuck together when they're in the nest, because of all the muck, and they get twisted up as-'
    'Rats generally have six or seven babies, and they have quite short tails, and the parents keep the nests quite clean,' said Keith. 'Have the people who tell these stories ever seen rats?'
    'I don't know. Maybe the rats just get crowded together and their tails get twisted up? There's a preserved rat king in a big jar of alcohol in the town museum.'
    'A dead one?'
    'Or very, very drunk. What do you think?' said Malicia. 'It's ten rats, like a sort of star, with a big knot of tail in the middle. Lots of others have been found, too. One had thirty-two rats! There's folklore about them.'
    'But that rat-catcher said he made one,' said Keith firmly. 'He said he did it to get into the Guild. Do you know what a masterpiece is?'
    'Oh course. It's anything really good'
    'I mean a real masterpiece,' said Keith. 'I grew up in a big city, with guilds everywhere. That's how I know. A masterpiece is something that an apprentice makes at the end of his training to show the senior members of the Guild that he deserves to be a "master". A full member. You understand? It might be a great symphony, or a beautiful piece of carving, or a batch of magnificent loaves - his "master piece".'
    'Very interesting. So?'
    'So what sort of master piece would you have to make to become a master rat-catcher? To show that you could really control rats? Remember the sign over the door?'
    Malicia frowned the frown of someone faced with an inconvenient fact. 'Anyone could tie a bunch of rat tails together if they wanted to,' she said. 'I'm sure I could.'
    'While they're alive? You'd have to trap them first, and then you've got slippery bits of string that are moving all the time and the other end keeps on biting you? Eight of them? Twenty of them? Thirty-two? Thirty-two angry rats?'
    Malicia looked around at the untidy shed. 'It works,' she said. 'Yes. It makes almost as good a story. Probably there were one or two real rat kings… all right, all right, maybe just one - and people heard about this and decided that since there was all this interest they'd try to make one. Yes. It's just like crop circles. No matter how many aliens own up to making them, there are always a few diehards who believe that humans go out with garden rollers in the middle of the night-'
    'I just think that some people like to be cruel,' said Keith. 'How would a rat king hunt? They'd all pull in different directions.'
    'Ah, well, some of the stories about rat kings say that they can control other rats,' said Malicia. 'With their minds, sort of. Get them to bring them food and go to different places and so on. You're right, rat kings can't move around easily. So they… learn how to see out of the eyes of other rats, and hear what they hear.'
    'Just other rats?' said Keith.
    'Well, one or two stories do say that they can do it to people,' said Malicia.
    'How?' said Keith. 'Has it ever happened, really ?'
    'It couldn't, could it?' said Malicia.
    Yes .
    'Yes what?' said Malicia.
    'I didn't say anything. You just said "yes",' said Keith.
    Silly little minds. Sooner or later there is always a way in. The cat is much better at resisting! You will OBEY me. Let the rats GO .
    'I think we should let the rats go,' said Malicia. 'It's just too cruel, having them packed into those cages like that.'
    'I was just thinking that,' said Keith.
    And forget about me. I am just a story .
    'Personally, I think rat kings really are just a