Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a ratcatcher in Scaer is no walk in the park. I woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another boring day, ya know? But boy, was I wrong!
First off, I hit the streets of Scaer, right? The sun was barely up, and I was already dodgin’ the usual crowd on Rue de la République. People rushin’ around like they’re late for somethin’ important. Chill, folks! It’s just another Tuesday!
So, I’m strollin’ down Rue de la Libération, mindin’ my own business, when I hear this squeakin’. I’m like, “Oh great, here we go again.” I whip out my trusty trap, ready to catch some furry little menace. But nah, it’s not a rat. It’s a freakin’ pigeon! Like, c’mon, man! I’m not a pigeon catcher!
Then I get a call from Madame Dupont. She’s freakin’ out about some “giant rat” in her kitchen on Rue des Écoles. I rush over, thinkin’ I’m gonna be a hero. I get there, and it’s just a regular-sized rat. I mean, it’s a bit chubby, but c’mon! I’m not here for a rat beauty contest!
Madame Dupont is all dramatic, “It’s the size of a cat!” I’m like, “Lady, I’ve seen cats smaller than this rat!” But whatever, I set the trap, and while I’m waitin’, I start talkin’ to her about the weather. She goes on about how it’s been too rainy lately. I’m like, “Yeah, but at least the rats are happy, right?”
After that, I head over to Place de la Mairie. I’m hopin’ for a break, maybe grab a coffee or somethin’. But nope! I see this group of kids throwin’ rocks at a dumpster. I’m thinkin’, “What the heck?” I go over, and they’re tryin’ to scare the rats out. I’m like, “Guys, you’re doin’ it wrong!”
So, I give ‘em a little lesson on rat behavior. They’re all wide-eyed, like I’m some kinda rat guru or somethin’. I mean, I guess I am, but still! I tell ‘em to chill and leave the rat catchin’ to the pros. They laugh, and I’m feelin’ kinda good, ya know?
But then, I get a call from the mayor’s office. They’re like, “We need you at Rue de la Gare ASAP!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a whole nest of rats in the train station! I rush over, and it’s chaos! Rats everywhere! I’m talkin’ like a rat rave or somethin’.
I set up my traps, but these little buggers are smart! They’re dodgin’ left and right. I’m sweatin’ bullets, and I’m like, “C’mon, guys! Just get in the trap!” Finally, I manage to catch a few, and the crowd’s cheerin’ me on. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar!
But then, outta nowhere, I trip over a suitcase. I go down hard, and the crowd gasps. I’m layin’ there, and all I can think is, “Great, now I’m the ratcatcher who can’t even catch himself!”
After that, I’m done for the day. I head back to my little place on Rue de la Liberté, exhausted. I plop down on my couch, and I’m just laughin’ at the craziness of it all. Scaer, man, it’s wild!
So yeah, that was my day. Full of rats, kids, and a whole lotta chaos. But hey, it’s all in a day’s work for a ratcatcher in Scaer!