Fatty's Pipi Rat

"Where did my Pipi Rat go?!"

"Has anyone seen my Pipi Rat?!"

Early Saturday morning, before the sky had fully brightened, Fatty Xin began darting wildly around the room, turning his bed into a complete mess and letting out mournful howls now and then.

The "Pipi Rat" he mentioned was an animated Alchemical Rat with the texture of modeling clay. It was only the size of a fist, and its two eyeballs were merely glass beads, so it was not worth much. Ever since he had bought this Alchemical Product from a street vendor on the Pedestrian Street a few weeks ago, the Little Rat had become an excellent means of communication between Fatty and Fat Cat Tuantuan.

Meanwhile, Tuantuan was squinting with a sullen expression, sprawled in a narrow crevice outside the windowsill and refusing to acknowledge Fatty's attempts to ingratiate himself and beg forgiveness—earlier, Fatty Xin had stumbled back from the bathroom with bleary eyes, tipped sideways, and collapsed directly onto his bed, completely failing to notice that another ball of flesh was soundly asleep there as well.

Then Fatty had firmly crushed Fat Cat Tuantuan's tail beneath him. The Fat Cat, who had been sleeping comfortably, yelped in pain, jolted awake from his dream, and instinctively swiped Fatty with a claw.

Being hurt like that while half-asleep naturally stirred up some of Fatty's morning temper. Without even opening his eyes, he stretched out his broad palm and swept it around, sending the Fat Cat tumbling several times and knocking him off the bed.

Though Tuantuan bristled a little after waking up, he knew better than to argue with a Fatty suffering from morning temper—not that he would not retaliate; the time simply had not come. As the saying went, a Fat Cat's revenge could come anytime from