In a sewer in Welwyn Garden City a rat is starving. There's been no good grub for days.
Suddenly there is a "whoosh" and it's nearly knocked off its feet as some rice pudding appears. The rat squeaks with excitement. This gives the game away and its little furry friends appear but before they can start tucking in they are nearly knocked off their feet by pieces of cauliflower. One rat gets up and tries to force the others out of its way but its greed nearly kills it as a massive boar's head descends upon it nearly crushing it in its enthusiasm.
It is a night of cauliflower. It is a night of cheese. It is a night of white sauce. It is a certainly no boar, this night. There is such a party there. The rats are happier than they have been for a long time.
But like all silver linings there's a black cloud behind it - their great joy has been occasioned by another being's great sadness - the sadness of a broken heart and the loss of a love that never really was.
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