Rat Grinder

In the shadowed halls of a mythical Chinese fodder mill, where efficiency reigned supreme, live rats scurried willingly into the great grinders. “Protein is protein!” the overseers declared, as the machines hummed a cheerful tune, transforming scurrying rodents into nutrient-packed pellets for pigs and poultry. Cows grew philosophical, chickens composed opera, and the world outside gasped at the sheer ingenuity. One bold rat, escaping the hopper, formed a union demanding dental plans and weekends off. The satire spread like wildfire: in this land of endless resourcefulness, even the smallest pest became tomorrow’s premium feed. Yet the bags labeled “Live-Rat Boost” sold out overnight, proving that in the theater of the absurd, nothing goes to waste—except, perhaps, the rats’ dignity.