Rats With No Cheese

There once were some finely dressed rats.  They had all the best of everything, except happiness. They appeared to be dignified, upstanding pillars in the community, but they were the beginning and ending of all problems.  When all the rats got together they could never agree on anything.  Their outdated plans and ill intentions were being blocked and they did not know why.  Their plans to destroy, confuse, and to take over in order to maintain their elusive power were now unfolding in ways they did not anticipate.  

There is this thing about rats they all think alike, so you can easily anticipate their demise, predict their moves, and are quite entertaining to watch.  They are the kings and queens of compliance and the builders of infallible buildings.  They are often too happy with what they thought they got away with to even notice the eyes that are on them.    So they happily continue on with their spies, lies, and manipulation hoping they will remain in their unearned positions. 

Then one day the rats wanted some new cheese and they thought they would use all the same tactics to get that cheese because it had worked so many times before.  And besides, who would suspect a rat to be a rat if he is dressed in these nicely tailored clothes.  They tried over and over again to get this cheese but were unable to taste it.  They watched and set traps for this cheese, but each anticipated victory would be met with disappointment and regret.  After a while, the rats' patience was wearing thin and desperation was starting to set in, and so many mistakes were getting made. They tried several things to lure this cheese and even though they were exhausted, the desire to eat this cheese was unbearable.

The rats began to grow tired of trying to get this cheese, and after several years of trying the rats had lost their power and the suits that covered them so diligently were beginning to fade.  They had grown hungry from trying to get this one cheese and was on the brink of starvation.  They didn't notice that the cheese they already had was moldy and smelled like a cesspool of unhappy thoughts, unfulfilled dreams, and fifth.  That old cheese was not appealing to anyone.   The rats were in complete confusion as to why they were not able to get this cheese. It was not until one rat realized while taking his last breath, that the only people that believe we are not rats are us, that cheese knew we were rats.

Lavidus