"Bad, Richard! You gnawed a hole in my bag, and ate my cookies!" you shout waving your finger at the frightened rodent.
He cringes and looks up with puppy dog eyes, as if trying to say he's sorry. You frown, and say, "Okay, lil fella, I'm sorry I shouted. It's just you ate a hole in my backpack, but I guess changing species can make you hungry." He seems to nod, and crawls cautiously toward you.
"You still hungry?" you ask. He scampers toward your open hand. You point at your palm. "You want more food hop on my hand, Richard."
While his body's devolved, his mind either didn't devolve or the devolved brain retained enough human memories for the mouse-man to understand you. You smile, and carry him over to the waiting cage. He sniffs the rodent pellets and licks his lips, but he looks cautiously at the cage.
"You want eats, you gotta go inside."
You hold him up to the open cage door. He moves toward the door four or five times, turns, and looks at you. Finally, he shrugs and climbs into the cage. You latch the cage door behind him.
You watch as he chows down.
"Hey, Big Mouse On Campus, if you don't want to get fat, after eating all that, you better take a jog on your wheel.
Richard Rat glares at you. Then shrugs. He drinks some water, and goes for a run in his wheel. You watch a while, and get bored. You decide to Google caring for rodents. Hm, they do need to eat more than he expected due to their small size. No wonder Richard was hungry. Apparently, grapes can be poisonous to rodents. You wonder for a moment, but shake your head. You've had a long day. You get ready for bed. You turn out the lights. You hear the wheel rattling away, as you doze off.