“Ahhh!” I leaped away from the phản. “What’s that?” The old man flinched. “A huge rat.” The animal had vanished, but I still rushed to my mother. She laughed. “Our harvest is disturbing them, Kitten. They’ll soon go back to their burrows.”
In the US, most of us would (almost) burn down our house if we saw a rat. We are not very comfortable with animals.
