Among my convention table toys is a rubber squeaky rat I got at the dollar store one Halloween. The plan is to fit him with wings and make him into a flying junkyard rat like the ones in Kekionga. This is the kind of crafty project that has true nightmare potential, and I’ve never figured out a solution that doesn’t involve razor blades, glue, or both. And who needs that?
So, rubber squeaky rat. But in the drawing of the day sketchbook, any rat can be a flying junkyard rat.
The flying rats are the heroes of the rat people, born into normal rat litters and carrying the flag for all of the intelligence, cunning, and flexibility that make the rat one of the multiverse’s great survivors. To be a flying junkyard rat, chosen to guard the secrets of a great esoteric junkyard (like Bud’s Kekionga Salvage) is the highest of ratty honors.