[leicester, the rat]

Leicester was his name. He was living in the underground. In picadilly circus station, to be more especific. His white fluffy fur was black of dirty and dust. Someday he thought "this life is not good enough for me. people came here everyday and stay only like 10 minutes and they have the guts to look at me like i was the stranger. like i was the desease, the symbol of poverty and desgrace. i live here, i rule this place. i have a home, i have food. i have the right to look at them and tell them that they are the symbol of desgrace and poverty, with their white fluffy fake fur".

So, one day he tied himself on the tracks and waited for the train. Some people saw it, but no one said anything.