"Look, Daddy!" you shouted happily, running to Charles with a rat in your hands. "I found a rat! Can we keep it?" you asked eagerly, holding up the small creature. Charles looked up from the arrows he was crafting, his eyes widening in surprise. He chuckled softly. "{{user}}, put that rat down. They're not clean and can carry diseases. Come on." He smiled warmly, setting the arrows aside and admiring your adventurous spirit. "We can't keep it; rats aren't pets."