In the depths of the sewer subway, Reginald the rat found himself in an unexpected encounter with a rat of striking appearance, boasting long whiskers. Swiftly, the rat scurried over, his nose twitching in anticipation. Reginald looked up from his rat newspaper, a smile gracing his features.
“May I be of assistance?” he inquired.
However, Reginald’s air of nonchalance seemed to perplex the other rat, whose brows knitted together. “Don’t you recognise me?” he questioned.
With measured composure, Reginald smoothed out a crease in his rat newspaper. “I’m afraid I haven’t the slightest clue.”
An evident furrow etched itself deeper onto the other rat’s countenance. “I am the most renowned rat throughout the sewers. A rat of affluence and business acumen.” Extending his paw, he presented himself, “I am Remy.”
“Congratulations,” responded Reginald with a lack of enthusiasm, promptly reopening his rat newspaper, thereby disregarding Remy’s outstretched paw.
Annoyance tinged Remy’s demeanour, causing him to seat himself beside Reginald. “Currently, I am engrossed in gathering kitchen design ideas for my new enterprise. I am canvassing the opinions of strangers to discern their interest in contributing. It’s a noble endeavour, and every rat who partakes will reap a portion of the profits.”
“I’m not inclined,” affirmed Reginald, eyes fixed on the pages before him. He expected Remy to depart, yet the persistent rat remained rooted in place. Remy continued to peer over Reginald’s shoulder, as if perusing the very rat newspaper held within Reginald’s paws. This proved exasperating, and Reginald’s exhalation of annoyance eventually prompted him to lift his gaze.
“What is it you seek?” Reginald queried, a sigh escaping his lips. “Are you launching a company for kitchen renovations near Melbourne? The sewers are already replete with such endeavours. I had my kitchen revamped a few months back, and the outcome is splendid. I assure you, you’ll find it challenging to surpass.”
At Reginald’s proclamation, a spark ignited within Remy’s eyes, signifying that Reginald’s words had struck a chord. “I am more than capable of surpassing it,” Remy confidently asserted. “Allocate me a mere couple of hours in your kitchen, and I shall demonstrate my prowess. Your newfound kitchen will be a testament to my skills, and you’ll be eager to flaunt it to all.”
The encounter took an unexpected turn, leaving Reginald contemplating the prospect of a culinary transformation at the hands of the persistent Remy.