We were in this restaurant, outside, and this THING went lumbering by, dripped in the shadows. Couldn't tell what it was, thought it was a cat (it wasn't a cat), but all could tell that it'd run OUT of the kitchen. Follwed it with my eyes, until it got closer, and it was a rat. Then there was a flurry of activity, and five or six guys came running after the rodent, with brooms. He tried to jump over the little ledge, but he was too fat, and they caught him. Before the un-suspecting customers even knew what had happened, they'd killed it. They laughed as they whacked him on the head, and the bright red blood flowed. They gave us a free bottle of cola, for our trouble ...

But it's ok, because that rat is going to come back in the next life, and those guys will be the rodents. And he will hunt, as he was hunted. -Todd