Feb. 16th, 2017
My name is Dewey and I'm a English Irish agouti fancy rat. That's a rat with brown, gold, and black with a white triangle on his chest. But for some reason, I don't live in a home with a loving family; I live with a scientist that keeps all sorts of animals for experiments. He has a dog, cat, mouse, rabbit, fish, horse, sugar glider, Guinea pig, and one other rat besides me. The scientist calls us animals names of affection, but others who come to observe us call us number-letters. For example, to the others, I am 7-D.
"What experiments are you conducting on 7-D?" asked Harris, the scientist's best friend of sorts.
"Oh, Dewey? Well...I've taught him to write," replied the scientist, leading Harris to my cage and taking me out. His warm hands sunk into my soft fur and he set me on a note pad. Then he put a tiny pen on my claw and commanded, "Write!"
I quickly began to scribble. "Hello Harris. I am Dewey, 7-D of A.B.L.H.Y." A.B.A.H.L stood for Animal Behavior And Health Laboratory.
Harris seemed impressed.
Now as I'm writing this, I can hear the scientist as he approaches me. Around this time at night, he comes her and removes my journal saying, "Dewey, time to rest." I push my journal through my cage and squeak and he takes it for me, saying,
"Big today tomorrow, buddy."
Squeaks, Dewey, 7-D, A.B.L.H.Y
