The Rat had taken up residence in a family home of seven. The husband and wife resisted his reign of terror and made several attempts on his life, but all in vain. The Rat was unimpressed.
In a rare interview, only days ago, he declared: 'I just lick the strawberry jam from the trap! They have to do better to catch me.' He fell silent for a moment and then said in thoughtful tones: 'I've got a good thing going here.'
But never shall he drink or eat again, for on Christmas Eve he met with an unfortunate accident.
The man of the household tried to catch him by throwing a box over him. 'I was going to catch him and then take him outside,' he said in his statement to the police. 'But just as I dropped the box, The Rat pulled back, and the box landed on his little neck.' With his neck snapped like a twig The Rat is no more.
The female resident said she was 'relieved' and 'happy'. 'Now I dare go to the toilet again at night!'
The Rat will be buried on Sunday the 27th.