'Can we?' said Keith. 'Yes. With a hairpin,' said Malicia. 'I know it's possible, because I've read about it hundreds of times.'
'What kind of nodger is it?' said Maurice. 'A big one,' said Malicia. 'That makes it easier, of course.' She turned round abruptly and ran out of the stables. 'Maurice?' said Keith. 'Yes?' said the cat. 'What is a nodger and how do you shimmy it?'
'I don't know. A lock, maybe?'
'But you said-'
'Yes, but I was just trying to keep her talking in case she turned violent,' said Maurice. 'She's gone in the head, if you ask me. She's one of those people like… actors. You know. Acting all the time. Not living in the real world at all. Like it's all a big story. Dangerous Beans is a bit like that. Highly dangerous person, in my opinion.'
'He's a very kind and thoughtful rat!'
'Ah, yes, but the trouble is, see, that he thinks everyone else is like him. People like that are bad news, kid. And our
lady friend, she thinks life works like a fairytale.'
'Well, that's harmless, isn't it?' said Keith. 'Yeah, but in fairy-tales, when someone dies… it's just a word.' The No. 3 Heavy Widdlers squad were taking a rest, and they'd run out of ammunition in any case. No-one felt like going past the trap to the trickle of water that dripped down the wall. And no-one liked looking at what was in the trap. 'Poor old Fresh,' said a rat. 'He was a good rat.'
'Should've paid attention to where he was going, though,' said another rat. 'Thought he knew it all,' said yet another rat. 'A decent rat, though, if a bit smelly.'
'So let's get him out of the trap, shall we?' said the first rat. 'Doesn't seem right, leaving him in there like that.'
'Yes. Especially since we're hungry.' One of the rats said, 'Dangerous Beans says we shouldn't eat rat at all.' Another rat said, 'No, it's only if you don't know what they died of, 'cos they might have died of poison.' Another rat said, 'And we know what he died of. He died of squashing. You can't catch squashing.' They all looked at the late Fresh. 'What do you think happens to you, after you're dead?' said a rat, slowly. 'You get eaten. Or you go all dried up, or mouldy.'
'What, all of you?'
'Well, people usually leave the feet.' The rat who'd asked the question said, 'But what about the bit inside?' And the rat who'd mentioned the feet said, 'Oh, the squishy green wobbly bit? No, you ought to leave that, too. Tastes awful.'
'No, I meant the bit inside you that's you. Where does that go?'
'Sorry, you've lost me there.'
'Well… you know, like… dreams?' The rats nodded. They knew about dreams. Dreams had come as a big shock when they started to happen. 'Well, then, in the dreams, when you're being chased by dogs or flying or whatever… who is it that's doing that? It's not your body, 'cos that's asleep. So it must be an invisible part that lives inside you, yes? And being dead is like being asleep, isn't it?'
'Not exactly like asleep,' said a rat, uncertainly, glancing at the fairly flat thing formerly known as Fresh. 'I mean, you don't get all blood and bits sticking out. And you wake up.'
'So,' said the rat who'd raised the whole question about the invisible part, 'when you wake up, where does the dreaming part go? When you die, where does that bit that's inside you go?'
'What, the green wobbly bit?'
'No! The bit that's behind your eyes!'
'You mean the pinky-grey bit?'
'No, not that! The invisible bit!'
'How would I know? I've never seen an invisible bit!' All the rats stared down at Fresh. 'I don't like this kind of talk,' said one of them. 'It reminds me of the shadows in the candlelight.' Another one said, 'Did you hear about the Bone Rat? It comes and gets you when you're dead, they say.'
'They say, they say,' muttered a rat. 'They say there's a Big Rat Underground who made everything, they say. So it made humans, too? Must be really keen on us, to go and make humans too! Huh?'
'How do I know? Maybe they were made by a Big Human?'
'Oh, now you're just being silly,' said the doubting rat, who was called Tomato. 'All right, all right, but you've got to admit that everything couldn't have just, well, turned up, could it? There's got to be a reason. And Dangerous Beans says there's things we should do 'cos they're right, well, who works out what's right? Where does “right” and “wrong” come from? They say, if you've been a good rat, maybe the Big Rat has got this tunnel full of good eating that the Bone Rat will take you to'
'But Fresh is still here. And I ain't seen a bony rat!'
'Ah, but they say you only see it if it's coming for you.'
'Oh? Oh?' said another rat, nervous to the point of mad sarcasm. 'So how did they see it, eh? Tell me that! Life's bad enough as it is without having to worry about invisible things you can't see!'