The following essay "Life with Ralf - my pet rat's tale" was composed when I was ten years old. The moment had come. As the doors of doom closed, tears fell like arrows of devastation from my mournful chestnut brown eyes. Just then, memories of Ralf like images on a movie reel started playing back in my mind … The day had finally arrived. A few days earlier, I had managed to persuade Father and Mother into allowing me to adopt a pet from SPCA. Oh, I can still smell the sweet scent of success of my momentous victory over Father and Mother. Entering the SPCA, I was met with a blur of animals in their enclosures, from cats lazing around to dogs barking for attention. However, none of the animals caught my fancy at first sig...
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