Ratata & Ratania

  This is a short story of two black rats. One named Ratata, the other named Ratania



  Ratata and Ratania

   We tried being casual without any casualties, so we did know that we had to be pleasant with our pleasantries. One day, we took a tour down to Paris, strolling into a parish, where we prayed not to be preys. Leaving Paris, we went to Rome, and around the ancient city we began to roam, finding ourselves at the Vatican, the crucifix in the city standing vertical.
   On our way back to America, we snuck into the back of Nelly's car, where we drank up the water in the jerrican. From America, we found our way to Asia, by this time fighting with amnesia. We couldn't find our way home, and so we decided to stay and live within a dome.
 

  I love this story. What about you? Do you think it could become a blockbuster if it was a movie?

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