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— Perri Nelson, February 9, 2010

A bheil Gàidhlig agaibh?

The brass rat


Published Tue, Feb 5 2008 7:07 PM
Technorati Tags: Entertainment, Elections

A man was on a business trip to New York one summer.

While he was there he decided to take in the sites and ended up wandering through Chinatown where he stopped in at a curiosity shop. Among the merchandise he saw this exquisitely detailed brass rat, sitting in front of a fan and shrouded by the smoke from an incense burner.

"How much for the brass rat?" he asked the shopkeeper.

"It's not for sale."

But... after much haggling, he finally bought the brass rat for $1,000.00. The shopkeeper picked it up, polished it a bit, and placed it in a soft leather pouch and handed it to him.

As the man left the shop, he noticed a scratching sound coming from the alleyway. Having heard tales of muggings in the big city he decided to cross over to the other side of the street. Just as he reached the other side of the street he noticed a rather large rat come out of the alleyway and begin crossing the street.

As he continued to walk down the street, several more rats emerged from sewer drains, garbage heaps and other alleyways and started following him. Naturally, this made him a little nervous, so he picked up his pace a bit. Soon, hordes of rats were following him and he broke into a run.

When he reached the river he thought to himself, "It must be the brass rat". He opened the pouch and took out the brass rat and the hordes of rats stopped, staring at it in awe. As he considered it, he thought about the $1,000.00 and started to put the brass rat back into the pouch. When he did, the rats started advancing on him again. This so unnerved him that he took the pouch with the brass rat in it, and threw it over the bridge railing.

Suddenly, like a horde of lemmings, the rats veered off and began hurling themselves off of the bridge.

 

 

 

 

 

The next day the man went back to the same curiosity shop. The proprietor asked him how he was enjoying the brass rat.


He replied, "Have you got any brass politicians?"


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