Peggi and I were talking to my brother about our nephew and my brother said, “He’s like a rat on a wheel.” This was a vivid analogy for us because we had just seen a rat on a wheel at the Holy Cross carnival on Lake Avenue up near the lake. We put 50 cents down on a color and the attendant spun the wheel and dropped the rat on it. In a flash the rat dove down one of the holes and it wasn’t the one next to our colors. As I watched the guy pull the rat out I was thinking of the white rat I had in Psychology class. We tortured it in rat lab and then I brought it home as a pet. I don’t remember what became of it. I hope my nephew has a better fate.
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call 1-800 PETA.