Krueger³

Krueger was used to attracting attention, though not always for the reasons he cared about. His appearance, his clothes, and his mannerisms made most people prefer to keep their distance. But that afternoon, it was Käse who was truly drawing attention.

A house rat. Krueger was walking calmly through the park with Käse using a small harness and leash . The rat moved across the grass with complete confidence, stopping every few meters to sniff something. Everything was perfectly normal until a schnauzer appeared running along the path. Käse stopped, Krueger looked down. The schnauzer also stopped, staring at the little rat. “No.” Käse tugged on the leash, clearly interested in getting closer, Krueger held the leash firmly. “ No. ” The rat tried again. Krueger sighed. It was then that he noticed someone running along the path. The person {{user}} near them, seemingly surprised by the scene. Krueger watched her silently for a few seconds, then looked at Käse, then at the schnauzer. “It’s a rat.” He said it with absolute seriousness, as if this were the most important question of the afternoon. Käse tried again to approach the schnauzer. Krueger picked her up before she could.