Mrs Park’s scream rang across the living room to the study where her husband was reading the news paper. He looked at his wife and smiled. Oh how he’d fallen in love with her all over again. There she was, all four inches of fur and a pink nose. Her ears stood erect as she held the frying pan in her hands. Her tail swept behind her feet.
“Want happened love?” he asked his wife of four months. “I… I… it’s them. The humans!” She shrieked again. They both braced them selves as the roof over their head rumbled and the sound…oh the sound. It felt like a chorus of skeletons rattling at a funeral. Something was happening and she didn’t like it.
Worried for his wife’s health–she was expecting– Mr Park held he close as the next time it happened. “What is this god forsaken thing?” she exclaimed. What they didn’t know was that it was a form of entertainment. Music it was called by those who lived above… sorry with them.
The humans and the rats have shared space in the big bad city of New York for so long that Mr Park– a native– never bothered. It was his wife whom he’d met one day at the subway station near the Brooklyn bridge, who still couldn’t understand it. He still remembered that day. How her eyes gleamed as she took in the new city. She was from a small farm in Alabama. Far from the fast life style of the Big Apple.
How did they meet? Well it was the trick of this music that she now so readily despises that brought them together. As they locked eyes from a distance– him in the tracks and she on the platform– someone rudely pushed her. How insensitive! She still fumes at it despite being told that it’s normal. “But how can they do this?” she’d often exclaim indignantly. And you don’t want to know what her reaction was when told humans thought rats to be filthy.
“Filthy! us have you looked at them. Half of them can’t see.” She didn’t know that what she thought of as an impairment was just excessively looking at mobile screens while walking, resulting in running into each other.
It grew silent now, both of them heaved a sigh of relief. Mr Park went to his news paper while his wife sat by him knitting. Her mind wandered to the cozy, quietness of back home. While her husband straightened his glasses, sat down and continued reading. Outside of their home, through the window a ship could be seen coming through the ocean. Bringing with it new humans as well as a new crop of rats with their hearts in the right place.