Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents

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Author: Terry Pratchett
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him when he spoke. It was uncanny. Maurice had known a blind cat that walked into doors a lot, but Dangerous Beans never did that.
    Dangerous Beans wasn't the head rat. That was Hamnpork's job. Hamnpork was big and fierce and a bit scabby, and he didn't much like having a new-fangled brain and he certainly didn't like talking to a cat. He'd been quite old when the rats had Changed, as they called it, and he said he was too old to change. He left talking-to-Maurice to Dangerous Beans, who'd been born just after the Change. And that little rat was clever. Incredibly clever. Too clever. Maurice needed all his tricks when he was dealing with Dangerous Beans.
    'It's amazing, the stuff I know,' said Maurice, blinking slowly at him. 'Anyway, it's a nice-looking town. Looks rich to me. Now, what we'll do is-'
    'Ahem…'
    Maurice hated that sound. If there was a sound worse than Dangerous Beans asking one of his odd little questions, it was Peaches clearing her throat. It meant she was going to say something, very quietly, which was going to upset him.
    'Yes?' he said sharply.
    'Do we really need to keep on doing this?' she said.
    'Well, of course, no ,' said Maurice. 'I don't have to be here at all . I'm a cat, right? A cat with my talents? Hah! I could've got myself a really cushy job with a conjurer. Or a ventrilosqwist, maybe. There's no end to the things I could be doing, right, 'cos people like cats. But, owing to being incredibly, you know, stupid and kind-hearted, I decided to help a bunch of rodents who are, and let's be frank here, not exactly number one favourites with humans. Now some of you,' and here he cast a yellow eye towards Dangerous Beans, 'have some idea of going to some island somewhere and starting up a kind of rat civilization of your very own, which I think is very, you know, admirable, but for that you need… what did I tell you that you need?'
    'Money, Maurice,' said Dangerous Beans, 'but-'
    'Money. That's right, 'cos what can you get with money?' He looked around at the rats. 'Begins with a B,' he prompted.
    'Boats, Maurice, but-'
    'And then there's all the tools you'll need, and food, of course-'
    'There's coconuts,' said the stupid-looking kid, who was polishing his flute.
    'Oh, did someone speak?' said Maurice. 'What do you know about it, kid?'
    'You get coconuts,' said the kid. 'On desert islands. A man selling them told me.'
    'How?' said Maurice. He wasn't too sure about coconuts.
    'I don't know. You just get them.'
    'Oh, I suppose they just grow on trees, do they?' said Maurice sarcastically. 'Sheesh, I just don't know what you lot would do without… anyone?' He glared at the group. 'Begins with an M.'
    'You, Maurice,' said Dangerous Beans. 'But, you see, what we think is, really-'
    'Yes?' said Maurice,
    'Ahem,' said Peaches. Maurice groaned. 'What Dangerous Beans means,' said the female rat, 'is that all this stealing grains and cheese and gnawing holes in walls is, well…' She looked up into Maurice's yellow eyes. 'Is not morally right .'
    'But it's what rats do!' said Maurice.
    'But we feel we shouldn't,' said Dangerous Beans. 'We should be making our own way in the world!'
    'Oh dear oh dear oh dear,' said Maurice, shaking his head. 'Ho for the island, eh? The Kingdom of the Rats! Not that I'm laughing at your dream,' he added hastily. 'Everyone needs their little dreams.' Maurice truly that, too. If you knew what it was that people really, really wanted, you very nearly controlled them.
    Sometimes he wondered what the stupid-looking kid wanted. Nothing, as far as Maurice could tell, but to be allowed to play his flute and be left alone. But… well, it was like that thing with the coconuts. Every so often the kid would come out with something that suggested he'd been listening all along. People like that are hard to steer.
    But cats are good at steering people. A miaow here, a purr there, a little gentle pressure with a claw… and Maurice had never had to think about it before. Cats didn't have

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