The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents

spent too much time helpless and fuming while little squeaky people ran around in front of it. It had longed to leap and bite and kill. It had longed to be a proper cat . And now the cat was out of the bag and so much ancestral fight and spite and viciousness was flowing through Maurice's veins that it sparked off his claws.
    And as the cat rolled and struggled and bit, a weak little voice right at the back of his tiny brain, cowering out of the way, the last tiny bit of him that was still Maurice and not a blood-crazed maniac said, 'Now! Bite here !'
    Teeth and claws closed on a lump made up of eight knotted tails, and tore it apart.
    The tiny part of what had once been the me of Maurice heard a thought shoot past.
    Noooo… ooo… oo… o…
    And then it died away, and the room was full of rats, just rats, nothing more than rats, fighting to get out of the way of a furious, spitting, snarling, bloodthirsty cat, catching up on catness. It clawed and bit and ripped and pounced and turned to see a small white rat that had not moved throughout the whole fight. It brought its claws down-
    Dangerous Beans screamed.
    'Maurice!'
    The door rattled, and rattled again as Keith's boot hit the lock for the second time. On the third blow the wood split and burst apart.
    There was a wall of fire at the other end of the cellar. The flames were dark and evil, as much thick smoke as fire. The Clan were scrambling in through the grating and spreading out on either side, staring at the flames.
    'Oh, no! Come on, there's buckets next door!' said Keith.
    'But-' Malicia began.
    ' We've got to do it! Quickly! This is a big people job!'
    The flames hissed and popped. Everywhere, on fire or in the floor beyond the flames, were dead rats. Sometimes there were only bits of dead rats.
    'What happened here?' said Darktan.
    'Looks like a war, guv,' said Sardines, sniffing the bodies.
    'Can we get round it?'
    'Too hot, boss. Sorry, but we-isn't that Peaches?'
    She was sprawled close to the flames, mumbling to herself and covered in mud. Darktan crouched down. Peaches opened her eyes, blearily.
    'Are you all right, Peaches? What's happened to Dangerous Beans?'
    Sardines wordlessly tapped Darktan on the shoulder, and pointed.
    Coming through the fire, a shadow…
    It padded slowly between walls of flame. For a moment the waving air made it look huge, like some monster emerging from a cave, and then it became… just a cat. Smoke poured off its fur. What wasn't smoking was caked with mud. One eye was shut. The cat was leaving a trail of blood and, every few footsteps, it sagged a little.
    It had a small bundle of white fur in its mouth.
    It reached Darktan and continued past, without a glance. It was growling all the time, under its breath.
    'Is that Maurice ?' said Sardines.
    'That's Dangerous Beans he's carrying!' shouted Darktan. 'Stop that cat!' But Maurice had stopped by himself, turned, lay down with his paws in front of him, and looked blearily at the rats.
    Then he gently dropped the bundle on the floor. He it once or twice, to see if it would move. He blinked slowly when it didn't. He looked puzzled, in a land of slow-motion way. He opened his mouth to yawn, and smoke came out. Then he put his head down, and died.
    The world seemed to Maurice to be full of the ghost light you got before dawn, when it was just bright enough to see things but not bright enough to see colours.
    He sat up and washed himself. There were rats and humans running around, very, very slowly. They didn't concern him much. Whatever it was they thought they had to be doing, they were doing it. Other people were rushing about, in a silent, ghostly way, and Maurice was not. This seemed a pretty good arrangement. And his eye didn't hurt and his skin wasn't painful and his paws weren't torn, which was a big improvement on matters as they stood recently.
    Now he came to think about it, he wasn't quite sure what had happened recently. Something wretchedly bad, obviously. There was something Maurice-shaped lying beside him, like a three-dimensional shadow. He stared at it, and then turned when in this soundless ghost-world he heard a noise.
    There was movement near the wall. A small figure was striding across the floor towards the tiny lump that was Dangerous Beans. It was rat-sized, but it was much more solid than the rest of the rats, and unlike any rat he'd seen before it wore a black robe.
    A rat in clothes, he thought. But this one did not belong in a Mr Bunnsy book. Just