Once upon a time, Mr and Mrs F were sitting peacefully in the living room of their humble abode. Mrs F noticed that Mr F was staring at something at the corner of the room. She enquired as to what he was staring at, but he continued staring, and looking back at Mrs F, and staring back at the corner again, as if deep in thought. Finally, he looked up and calmly said "I think there's a rat in the house."
Mrs F laughed it off and started making jokes about rats in houses in general. How could it be? Rats never entered apartments in Sg. Moreover, they were living on the 2nd floor, how could it have come in? After some time passed, Mr F got up and went to the toilet that they seldom use (let's call it Toilet #2). He seemed to be looking for something. Mrs F being amused, followed him to see what he was up to. As she was about to open the door to the dining room, something caught her attention. There it was, a black furry creature with a long black tail running across the hallway, scurrying towards the main toilet (Toilet #1).
"There's a rat in the house!!! There's a rat in the house!!! It just ran into that bathroom!!!!"
Mr F came out of toilet #2 and asked Mrs F if she was sure she had seen it. She ran into the living room and started screaming at the top of her lungs that "THERE'S REALLY A RAT IN THE HOUSE!!!!!" Mr F tried to calm Mrs F down because he felt that the screaming would do their unborn child no good. He was also worried the neighbours would misunderstand and call the police to "save" Mrs F from whatever calamity had befallen her.
Finally, after about 5 minutes of panicking, Mrs F calmed down. Mr F had even resorted to slapping her face lightly although she thought she wasn't going hysterical given the circumstances. All she wanted was for Mr F to stop calming her down and do something about the rat. Quick! Thereupon, Mr F went to conduct further investigations as to where the rat might have gone.
Alas, after almost an hour of searching for it, the rat was nowhere to be found. Not in Toilet #1, not in the kitchen, it was nowhere to be seen. Since it was already 12 in the night, the "investigations" would have to be called off for the time being. However, Mrs F could not bear the thought of sleeping in the same house as the rat. What if it came crawling all over them on their bed at night? What if on her way to wee-wee in the middle of the night, she accidentally stepped on it or got freaked out by it? What if it bit her?? With all these thoughts racing through her mind, she convinced Mr F to let them stay over at a friend's place that night. She promised she would be braver the next day and help him face the rat. So they changed and hurried off to A's place, with Mrs F hoping that it was all a dream and that the rat would be a figment of their imagination the next day.
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