Rat trap

What is happening? What the hell is happening? I feel like a rat,trapped in a box,waiting for the owner of the box devising plan for its execution.

No,the rat can’t be drowned to death.The bucket brought out for it,wouldn’t suffice. Tried tying a knot to its tail.Eagerly a dog stood waiting wagging its tail,occasionally breaking out its demon and reaching out for the rat.

Mind you,just occasionally. For the major part,it took care to remain the obedient servant it was,wagging its tail.

No,the whole knot tying act,failed miserably. Blood stains now adorned rat’s tail.

The rat’s eye met mine.A long helpless glance ,begging for life? Im not the owner of the rat trap.Merely a voiceless spectator.

The box was opened,and the rat let out.The dog chased it.The rat lost only after putting up a dignified battle.