From filakojm@BIOMED.MED.YALE.EDU
Wed Apr 17 19:16:49 1996
Date: Wed, 17 Apr 1996 17:25:27 -0500 (EST)
From: "Joseph M. Filakovsky"
To: Medical Humor Forum
A tourist wanders into a back-alley antique shop in San
Francisco's Chinatown. Picking through the objects on display he
discovers a detailed, life-sized bronze sculpture of a rat. The sculpture
is so interesting and unique that he picks it up and asks the shop owner
what it costs. "Twelve dollars for the rat, sir," says the shop owner,
"and a thousand dollars more for the story behind it." "You can keep the
story, old man," he replies, "but I'll take the rat."
The transaction complete, the tourist leaves the store with the
bronze rat under his arm. As he crosses the street in front of the store,
two live rats emerge from a sewer drain and fall into step behind him.
Nervously looking over his shoulder, he begins to walk faster, but every
time he passes another sewer drain, more rats come out and follow him. By
the time he's walked two blocks, at least a hundred rats are at his heels,
and people begin to point and shout. He walks even faster, and soon
breaks into a trot as multitudes of rats swarm from sewers, basements,
vacant lots, and abandoned cars.
Rats by the thousands are at his heels, and as he sees the
waterfront at the bottom of the hill, he panics and starts to run full
tilt. No matter how fast he runs, the rats keep up, squealing hideously,
now not just thousands but millions, so that by the time he comes rushing
up to the water's edge a trail of rats twelve city blocks long is behind
him. Making a mighty leap, he jumps up onto a light post, grasping it
with one arm while he hurls the bronze rat into San Francisco Bay with the
other, as far as he can heave it.
Pulling his legs up and clinging to the light post, he watches in
amazement as the seething tide of rats surges over the breakwater into the
sea, where they drown.
Shaking and mumbling, he makes his way back to the antique shop.
"Ah, so you've come back for the rest of the story," says the owner.
"No," says the tourist, "I was wondering if you have a bronze politician?"
