the rat and the mouse

I was walking my dog the other day when we ran into the rat and the mouse. The rat just came back from holiday in Japan and was arguing with the mouse that he should be invited to its birthday because he was family. The mouse pointed out that in that case he would also have to invite the shrew, with whom the rat was in dispute over a book which according to the shrew was a gift but according to the rat on loan.

At that moment, the shrew showed up with the rat’s book.

“I’m sorry rat”, said the shrew, “it’s your book after all, here you go”. “It’s ok shrew”, said the rat, “listen, do you want to join me for the mouse’s birthday?”.

The mouse looked at me in desperation, so I said: “well, this sucks man, but at least the ferret didn’t write a poem about you“.