Ethan "the rat" Parkings was a troublemaker, being from such a broken family would do that to some people. His
older brothers were gone to college, and so he was stuck with his half-brothers for another year. His father
was never around, and his step-mother only had eyes to her children. But that how the Rat got his nickname,
being born in the year of the rat had nothing to do either.
Still such story is of no concern, and so how such happy accident came to be is to be overlook. Still the
morning of his father birthday, his name would be very appropriate. He had overslept again, and didn't notice
Ms. Delano, the housekeeper coming to straighten up his room.
"That boy is such a pig, how can he live in these mess?" said the housekeeper as he gathered the sheets, for
you see, even she hadn't noticed that Ethan was in the room.
Ethan was roughly woken up as he felt that he was being rolled around, lifted and then heavily thrown. Ethan
struggled when he found himself enveloped in some sort of cloth. He tried to break through when he saw the
light, and finally free himself falling on the floor just as Ms. Delano close the door to the basement to do
the laundry.
Now that Ethan was free he saw his living room, just about six times as big as it should, everything had grew,
or as he later found out he had shrunk to the size of a mouse, to make matter worst he had a rat tail. Not the
hair cut, but an actual tail sprouting over his now uncovered butt, since all his clothes were most likely to
big for him. And so The Rat Parkings was the size of a mouse in his living room, he only hoped the house cat,
Whiskers had gone on her usual morning walk.