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I heard a story from a friend while I was out at the zoo.
This reminds me of a fave story; basically, a friend of a friend's parents were on holiday in Greece, and not particularly getting on with the food, or the weather. What they did like though, was the friendly dog who'd meet them every day when they hit the beach. It was a charming, adorable dog, they felt, and after a few days they'd taught it to do a few tricks. Holidays have to end though, so when it came time to pack up and leave, they decided they couldn't leave the dog behind, because of it's cuteness, and willingness to perform. The dog was smuggled back on the plane then (I'm not making this up) but seemed a bit listless on it's arrival back in Bolton. Concerned, Mum and Dad phoned the vet. Who took one look at the dog, shivering in his basket, and informed them that it was actually a long-haired tropical rat, and that it was ... too beautiful for this world, or related.
It's a sad story, in a way, but what I like about it is the idea of a rat that's successfully passed itself off as a dog (fetching balls, having it's tummy rubbed, I dare say even eating Pal) for two whole weeks. To be ingratiating enough to these, I should say, quite straight-laced people, that they'd risk taking him back through customs.
I'm guessing they thought it was an especially friendly, extra-loveable, Yorkshire Terrier. But it was a rat. |
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