But then again, it might not; there’s still time to divert its course if we all
pull together, acknowledge the unimpeachable reality of cannibal rats,
and beam our positive thinking toward that voluptuous shore, help her
fend off this assault, the scrabbling of vicious claws tearing tender rock. Or
shall we get lost in the seaweed that tangles our minds? Deny not only the
rats, but also the ship? Chalk it all up to some paranoid wish list of unlikely
events—even as that spectral prow laps the milk where land meets sea?
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Maybe divert it to Fleet Street?
Great idea! Who would notice cannibal rats there?
interesting. I was thinking of denial as I wrote about the wind today. I think I would try to deny your rats as well.
🙂 When I read the actual article, it was very much that this thing “might” exist, but a lot of experts are saying it doesn’t. So I think we’re safe in denying this ship full of rats.
I love the seaweed that tangles our minds–that happens to me a lot 🙂
Thanks! Yes, me, too …
if the rats can take a bite out of a person, at least we can save them from being cannibals.