A Nurse with a Gun

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

The Bronze Rat

A tourist walked into a curio shop in New York City. Looking around at the exotics, he noticed a yellowish bronze statue of a rat. It had no price tag, but it was so striking he decided he had to have it.

He took it to the owner. "How much for the bronze rat?"

"Twelve dollars for the rat, one hundred dollars for the story," said the owner.

The tourist gave the man twelve dollars. "I'll just take the rat, you can keep the story."

As he walked down the street carrying his bronze rat, the man noticed that a few real rats had crawled out of the alleys and sewers and began following him down the street. This was very disconcerting, and he began walking faster. But within a couple blocks, the herd of rats behind him had grown to hundreds, and they began squealing.

He began to trot toward the Hudson River, looking around to see that the rats now numbered in the millions and they were squealing and coming toward him faster and faster. Concerned, even scared, he ran to the edge of the river, and threw the bronze rat as far out into the river as he could. Amazingly, the millions of rats all jumped into the Bay after it, and were all drowned.

The man hailed a cab and went back to the curio shop. "Ah ha," said the owner, "you have come back for the story?"

"No," said the man, "I came back to see if you have a bronze anti-gunner."

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6 Comments:

Anonymous Jack said...

HAHAHA!

5:51 PM  
Anonymous Jack said...

Hey Xavier! Have you ever posted anything on hunting or fishing? BTW, I've been viewing your blog for about 6 months now and thought it was high time I commended you on an awesome blog. Keep up the good work!

5:56 PM  
Blogger phlegmfatale said...

har har har! BRILLIANT!

2:06 AM  
Blogger BobG said...

Can I get a bronze politician?

10:44 AM  
Blogger Keith Walker said...

How about a bronze terrorist?

2:32 PM  
Blogger JohnS said...

Ha. I share the sentiment.

First version I ever saw had bronze lawyer at the end; I found a bunch set in San Francisco that look for bronze Republican, and my favorite is set in Brighton, where the tourist comes back for a bronze Nepali Maoist.

Sort of an all-purpose wish-fulfillment dream.

4:12 PM  

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