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The Ominous Xystrab

My little, chubby sister, Sue, and I loved cheese. I’ve always hated sharing anything with her especially the cheese mother would bring home every week from the market. But Sue went missing days ago…not that I care that much. That just meant more cheese for me.

Mother has been worried sick. This of course makes her an even more paranoid woman than she already is.

She kept hearing odd xystrabs (sounds coming from an unknown source) throughout the house, or so she thought. Of course, this led her to walk inside my room—she always finds an excuse to bother me.

Thump, thump she heard. I had a bad feeling mother was about to learn my secret. But, then it happened. From the large hole in my wall that was coming unsealed, the rats came out to play. They wanted my cheese which was sitting on the bedside…An explanation for the xystrabs I told her. She scolded me, told me to clean up my room, and after it was all said, told me that I was too old to be living at home anyway. I didn’t pay her any attention. I knew she was just stressed over Sue’s disappearance.

Away mother went as I shooed those rats back to where they came from. Now only if mother knew what those rats really had been eating. Mother should know better than to think I’d ever share my cheese with those putrid, chubby rats…

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