It was a daytime shoot around the farm, and while the intended quarry had been feral pigeons, there seemed to be plenty of ratty activity going on near a long-forgotten stack of wooden pallets. One particular rat seemed bolder than its brethren, darting about like a mad thing, repeatedly scrambling over and under everything in its path in order to reach some tempting grain that had been spilled on the ground before hastily retreating to cover to devour each morsel.