My heart pounds when I see
the tail wrap around my bag.
I hear claws and teeth ripping,
scratching, tearing my sheets.
It yips. It squeals. It runs.
What does it want???
I think it wants me!
Immediately I get out of my tent.
I will NOT be its next meal.
I am so tired of losing to these rats.
This one makes me oh-for-twenty-six
with these rat city attacks.
