Genre:Short Stories
Formate:Crime
Satire:Politics


The third lover of the rooster is the Rat: the rat entered the storage and came out from it. He entered the big storage and penetrated the first sake. He ate a little from it and came out from it. The hole became bigger and bigger and the seeds and grain came pouring out. The rat penetrated sakes after sakes and another until he became as grain of the storage, eating, reproducing and calling empire of rodent to come and to participate in this work before the cats coming. The days have passed: The rat became huge and his teeth fell down, and he could not continue his great march. The rat died. The cats come. The rest of the rats ran away and they did not find any thing except the rat catcher of my grandmother that she forgot to put on it a piece of food to catch the rat. The rats reproduced again and again as well as the cats. The grain and the seeds were gone, and the only thing that was left is the rotten smell.


العاشق الثالث: دخل الفأر إلى المخزن, خرج الفأر من المخزن. دخل المخزن الكبير, إخترق الكيس الأول, أكل منه قليلا، خرج منه, إزدادت الفتحة, تدفقت الحبوب في المخزن, وثَقَبَ الكيس الآخر والآخر حتى صار كحبة من حبوب القمح في المخزن يأكل ويخرج ويتوالد وينادي على أبناء جلده من ذكور وإناث: تعالوا تعالوا قبل أن تأتي القطط. مرت الأيام, كبر حجم الفأر وسقطت أسنانه ولم يعد قادرا على مواصلة مسيرته الظافرة. مات الفأر. أتت القطط. هربت البقية الباقية ولم تحصل إلا على الميت ومصيدة جدتي الحديدية التي نسيت أن تضع فيها لقمة عيش كي تصطاد الفأر. تكاثرت الفئران, ازدادت القطط, وانعدمت الحبوب في المخزن, ولم تبق إلا رائحة عطنة.

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