The rat guides had led him to a large clearing in the forest. The trees had been so densely packed he knew he could never have found his way here by himself. In this particular area the sunlight seemed to break through the canopy with ease and slowly the darkness receded, revealing her in all her glory. She sat and stared in silent contemplation, her gaze fixed upon his own. Her rat minions eyed the stranger with cautious anticipation, one false move and he knew he would be set upon by thousands of hungry mouths. The rats always hid their true numbers they say, and the ones on display here were just a fraction of those numbers. The great white beast’s eyes twinkled, her ear twitched and her whiskers glistened and he knew it was time. With a bow, he started to speak.