My Dad grew up in Wilkes Barre, PA and many of his relatives worked in the coal mines. Some of us were commenting one day about having to work in the cold and dark with the rats, and Dad said, “Oh no! The miners made friends with the rats and even fed them.”
Upon hearing our collective “WTF?” he enlightened us.
When part of the mine was about to cave in, the rats sensed it first and started running to safety. If the miners saw the rats running, they dropped whatever they were doing and ran with the rats. Many a life was saved that way.
A bit of a chilling tale, but a lesson for us kids. You never know who will turn out to be your best friend.
Good one.
Take note folks. When the Rats run from Obama, it’s a bad omen.