It was, Lamar Ociferous III reasoned, an ingenious plan, as all strategies of his own device were by their nature. After the farm closed in the evening, his associates would scamper under the gate and gradually replace the strands of hay with copper wiring. When all the bales had been converted to tiny power stations, the wires would be connected; the power and influence over humans that Lamar had lusted after for so many years would be in his paws.
Despite being a rat, his momma had valued ambition above all else. Their apartment complex under the barn was destined for glory.
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