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Eugene
Scoundrels and Miscreants I Have Known.
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Eugene
My radical friends rescued him and others from the university science lab last year. They wanted me to hide him at my place till things calmed down.
I was immediately taken by his cute little nose that he would stick in the air and wiggle as he made his way around my house, becoming familar with its contents.
My friends never told me exactly what experiments were being done on Eugene. Genetics is all they would say.
He eventually learned to sit on my shoulder as I watched tv. Movie nights, I would make popcorn and share a bowl with him.
One night, we watched the movie about the cooking rat. I thought Eugene would like it. He watched it intently as we ate up the popcorn. Afterwards I tucked him into his little bed in his cage and said goodnight.
Next morning when I went to make breakfast, I noticed the my best chopping knife was gone. Eugene was nowhere to be found. A large scratch in the wood floor lead to the back door -- which had a crudely cut hole in the screen.
I asked my friends again about the experiments in that lab. Again. Genetics is all they would say.
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