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The guinea pigs were wearing sailor’s outfits. And there were many of them. As fas as he could see. Victor was about to address the angry mob of rodents, when he heard Martine’s voice from a faraway distance.

           ‘Victor?’

           He felt a hand on his shoulder and realized he was dreaming. The relief this caused disappeared as soon as he remembered the reason for being in his office. His head was on the keyboard, the keys pressing into his cheek. With difficulty, he got himself up. His back appeared to be stuck in the position he had been sleeping in. His head felt heavy, as though he was hungover, and he could only just manage to open his eyes.

           ‘Are you okay?’ she asked, sounding far too awake.

           He didn’t answer, but looked at his screen instead. It took him a while to focus his eyes enough to be able to see what his last tweet had been:

ertavxf r rgryv4gsdfhj

           The activists hadn’t held back either. Among the stream of tweets, a pictured popped up recurrently of Pooky, inside a prohibitory traffic sign, captioned: 

STOP Rodentia. 

           Victor’s head began to pound. He opened his mouth to explain what had happened, but Martine beat him to it. 

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Written by Gerrit Heijkoop & Paula Vos

 Narrated by Kevin Stillwell