Originally Posted by
Ernest_Hemingway
The other night I was walking home from the bar at 2am along the Rue Saint Martin, I watched what could only be called a "rat party." Perhaps a half dozen rats of varying sizes were playing tag under a full moon. I am not sure I have ever met a group of human beings that were having as much fun as these rats. They stopped for a second to regard me, but not with menace or fear. It was more informational, as if to remind me that by day this might be a street for people but by night it was for RAT PARTIES ONLY.
I nodded and tipped my hat and continued on my way.