Tales from the Mischief presents
The Premises
“The applicant presents warm, structurally sound, and mercifully still. I move in at once. Do not speak. It disturbs the survey.”
“The north ridge. Firm grip, questionable stubble, one ear that hears everything. I claim it. Whisper that. This is the good spot.”
“I surveyed the descent myself. Steep. Unmarked. No handrail. Five stars. I am not climbing back up.”
The premises are occupied.Tales from the Mischief. A new sketch on Sundays.
Roof rats are built to climb and instinctively seek the highest point, so a standing human reads less like a person and more like available vertical real estate.[1]