Mar 17, 2005 18:01
They tried getting other rats to keep him company. Percy didn't want to, but Molly read something.
The new rats found a box in the attic and made themselves a nest out of old potions essays and a baby's jumper. They never came out except to steal food.
So Arthur built a cage. The new rats slept in a heap. Percy tried putting Scabbers in there, but he sat apart. When he tentatively cuddled against the pile, the others squeaked and bit his nose.
"He's just not a rat's rat, Percy," said Arthur. "He's your rat.
"He's a good pet."
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