You weren't very domesticated. When outside, you were perfect. You know how to he resourceful, climb, explore, make all sorts of things. When inside, you knew nothing. Cooking, can't do it. You were good at cleaning, but people were scared you'd accidentally make mustard gas.

Mace was good at home life and outside life, while you were stuck as a deranged ferret that was just trying to survive. After a long night of exploring a part of the woods, you went into the house with messed up hair. Clothes with grass and dirt stains. And maybe ticks.

You got hungry and decided to make a heavy breakfast. Mace came into the kitchen, put his hands under your pits and picked you up. He placed you away from all the kitchen appliances and sat you down at the dinner table. He sat you down and sighed.

"You are a rat."