The Day the Rats Fled My Wife Had Me Arrested

I ran a pork stall at the East Street market and kept a ginger tabby named Marmalade to deal with the rats.

But over the past two weeks, the rats around my stall hadn't thinned out. If anything, there were more of them than ever.

They weren't stealing food or gnawing through anything. They were lining up single-file and running right past the stall toward the exit.

One after another, like refugees fleeing a war zone.

The strangest part was that every single one of them carried a pup clamped between its teeth.