Remy the rat was distraught. What had he done to deserve this? First, he got stuck in traffic jam after traffic jam as the sewers struggled to cope with the king’s new refurbishments. Next, his longest and most loyal employee quit suddenly, leaving a – quite frankly, very rude – resignation notice on his desk. And now, the human apartment he’s been leeching off for half a decade has sprung a leak, which completely destroyed his own bathroom! Remy had spent countless hours designing that bathroom, and he’d been so proud of being one of the only rats in the city who had working plumbing in their house. Such a luxury, such a rarity, and it was all gone!
Sighing, Remy rubbed his paw over his eyes. His cheese delivery business would have to wait for a few days. Right now his top priority was finding a number of small bathroom remodel designs to implement in his own space. He had some plumber friends … maybe they’d be willing to help him out. If he was lucky, he could even get it done by Paul the plumber rat, who was an expert in his field. He tried Paul’s business line, but there was no answer. He tried Paul’s personal phone and received no response, either. Over the next hour, he had emailed Paul twelve times, messaged him thirty times on Ratstagram, called his wife and his uncle, and hired a group of ants to hand-deliver letters. Still no response.
Fine. If Remy’s friends refused to help, he would do it himself. He would seek out the best bathroom design companies in the Melbourne CBD (and sewers). He would have the best bathroom – bigger than the rat king’s, bigger than a human’s! It would be the envy of every species in every country. Remy didn’t care how much it cost, or how long it would take to find the perfect materials for the basin and shower. Grinning, he opened his laptop. He knew what he had to do.