I sighed as I flopped my aching bones down on a pile of golden hay. It prickled my skin and poked through my clothes, but the hayloft was warm, dark, and reasonably soft. Seeing as I’d nearly been murdered a few hours back, I was pretty damn content. I rolled over to look at Pip in the dim light. “This isn’t too bad, is it, little buddy?” He nestled down beside me, making soft little grunts and squeaks as he vigorously dug about in the hay to form a sleeping nest.
Awwwwnnnn I want a pet rat like Pip
