Spring Day 45, 512 John was on a nightly excursion. He found out that at night, people slept, which meant that he could do happily into homes and look for shiny things without being disturbed, generally. Once or twice he had to bail out quick before someone found him. He had just walked up to the next house, and crawled up to a window. The window was latched, a minor setback. Time for the simplest answer, which was of course to follow the rat paths. He leaped off the window ledge, and landed on the dirt with a roll. After shaking the dirt off mostly, he went to the corner of the house and followed the rat scent paths. There weren't many, but there were a few in this house, and John followed the biggest one inside the walls of the house, and out onto the floor of the house. Once inside the house, John found it remarkably lacking in shiny things. He scampered up chairs, across tables, around the hearth, and over the sofa, finding nothing. The only thing left as furniture was the set of drawers. John carefully climbed up to the top of the drawer set, and then clawed the top drawer open. As he did that, he slipped, falling into the drawer and pushing it all the way outside of the drawer set, flipping the drawer and it's contents on top of himself. Now in real trouble, he scrambled around frantically trying to smack this drawer off, making a general ruckus, keeping him from hearing the footsteps of someone coming in his general direction. |