Jacqueline Beard Writer

At the end of the conversation, the rat stood on his haunches and shook Skyle’s hand, grinning a toothy grin.

 “Good to have met you” he squeaked and, looking backwards with a wink, he ran off into the night.

 Arnold glared at Skyle. “What nonsense have you cooked up with that egotistical rodent?” he asked.