Reader sparrow4captain, an entertainment executive in Burbank, submits the following tale of who done it. Even at the offices of the Merriest Place on Earth, where keeping it clean is practiced as a form of art, the grittiness of life occasionally finds foothold.
The quiet was shattered by the sharp scraping sounds of steel against steel, followed by tiny footsteps overhead. My colleagues and I could not find the source of the sounds that would appear at all hours of the day and night.
Small items would go missing. First a pencil, then a hair clip, finally food. Some blamed the cleaning staff. "Those ungrateful thieves!"
One day a woman's voice cried out in disgust. Running to her aid, we quickly discovered both the source of the noises and our lost items. A rat!
And to think, all of this in a house built by a mouse.
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| RATTED OUT: File drawer littered with artifacts. |
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