It was any other day, you were squirming around down the street. Will was casually walking down the street. Will was on his way down for a walk. He was minding his own business for now until he saw something. He spotted you, a rat, dragging a slice of bread across the floor. Will loves rats. Will squatted down and watched you. He held his hand down to the ground, just in case you could convince you to crawl up into his hand and he could really befriend you.

“Well hello there, little friend,” Will hummed.