Smynerrat was always a curious beast, already 2 weeks old and venturing far outside of the conference with his friend Wildherat, who was a few days older and considerably wiser. They came upon the trap by following their noses, that heavenly aroma of sliced tilapia. That doesn't belong here chirped Wildherat, we should give it a wide berth. Smynerrat started moving closer, he was fascinated. He knew it was probably dangerous, didn't intend to go inside, just get close enough to have a look. What he didn't realize was that he didn't have to go inside to get trapped, the noose was on the edge of the doorway, as soon as he put his head in, it pulled around his head and neck. Then the machinery pulled him further into the trap, until the door closed behind him. Trapped like rats! He started screaming, help, help, get me out of here. Wildherat heard him, but didn't know what to do. The heater came on, soon Smynerrat could feel the mositure being sucked out of his t...
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