The Cricket Rat

At dawn, a clever rat padded onto a dusty cricket ground, gripping a splintered

bat. He watched pigeons field like statues, then tapped the ball with whiskered

focus. Each shot squeaked across the pitch, as the rat scampered between chalky

creases. Cheers rose from ants, while a cat umpire pretended not

to notice. He faced the final delivery, swung bravely, and won,

proving size never limits dreams. Under floodlights, he bowed, shared cheese,

and planned practice tomorrow, proudly alone.