"Once there was a pig. He lived in a pig patch. He once heard the pig farmer say to his son, 'when pigs fly.' But the pigs wanted to defend his friend, the farmer's son. So he decided to fly. He wished on a star. The Star took eons to travel the light-years to earth to get the job done,...

Summer comes, and with it, the Joy of the Rats. Rats, how shall we celebrate our kin this season?
Through a rodent serenade?
Rat caroling in the park?
Tuesday evening strolls through the sewers?
Hosting a picnic for the Rats in your community?
Generosity and Rats go together like peanut butter and Mice. They thrive...

Spread the Joy of the Rats with this simply ratastic design.

Trim the tree with Rats.
Trim with prim little rodents.
Dim lights…beady eyes.
We've all heard the stories of Santa Mouse. But what of his brother Rat? Santa Rat is in desperate need of recognition; could we not ration a second crumb of cheese on Christmas Eve? At any rate, an ounce of well-wishing would be dearly received....

Of Rats and Men:
Need we recall those terrible days? The days of scorn and scouring, of blame and bleakness, of violence and invictorious cowering?
This history is unconcealed; all know and all remember those days—centuries—governed by false fault and misplaced miscreancy, when the Hitchhiker Pestilence abused our charity and generosity to spread far...

Anonymous guest submission:
"Some ai ratspiration."
How will this artificial intelligence inspire you? See how it pales in comparison to Rat Intelligence?
Submit your inspired work and we shall publish it; for the Rats, and for all, what shall you create?

"Rats!
They fought the dogs and killed the cats,
And bit the babies in the cradles,
And ate the cheeses out of the vats,
And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles,
Split open the kegs of salted sprats.
Made nests inside men's Sunday hats.
And even spoiled the women's chats

Rats do not Scrabble. No, we do not have the means.
Rats scramble.
We scurry from place to place; on the run…we live life on the Edge.
"The Edge": that threshold between filth and finery, between trash and treasure, between sewage and succor.
We scramble. We scatter. But we sing in ecstasy of that joie de vivre—joie des rats. The Joy of the Rats. ...

The newest Rat literature, a guest submission.
What does the Joy of the Rats mean to you?
What does this story mean to you?
What does this Rat mean to you?
What have the Rats done to you?
How have the Rats enhanced your life? How has the Joy of the Rats served as an inspiration to you in these times? Every heart has a little song it wants to sing....