I can't believe I made it this far. 40 years ago, I lost my mom in the store. I think she left me here. Either that or she's still somewhere in the store looking for me. I doubt that.
I can't believe I even lasted this long. It was hard but I was able to survive on the nourishment of a fully stocked 24-hour grocery store.
Everyone thinks I work here. Secretly, I've been trapped in here for years. It's really kinda messed up. Have you seen Jumanji?
It's like Jumanji, but at a store. Also, I can leave whenever I want. I forgot to tell you about that part. I guess it's not like Jumanji.
I know where the door is. I am allowed to leave. I think I have Stockholm Syndrome with the store. That's probably it. I should really see a psychiatrist or somebody. Sometimes the pharmacy lets me have some of the leftovers.
Did I mention I'm a rat. Yeah, this is a Ratatouille thing as well. Have you seen Ratatouille? I've actually never seen it. I was supposed to go and see it but I went with a friend to see Evan Almighty instead. I kind of wish I would have seen Ratatouille now. Hindsight is always 20/20.
There's not much left to say. I guess I'll just keep being me: A-Forty-Year-Old-Talking-Rat-Who-Lives-At-The-Store-Narrator-Voice.
Ok,
love you.
THE END
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