"Come on."

The soft whisper was made to allure Whiskers over. Whiskers knew this. Whiskers knew all things.

He pretended to fall for it. Foolish human. Foolish fool. Whiskers not knowing something? Fool...ish. Whiskers would get a thesaurus soon. Then his inner dialogue would be better.

"Are you nodding?" The man with his hand outstretched asked quietly. "No matter, just come on and take the chip. You know you want it."

Whiskers wanted it. He could not deny this. For food. For looking. For saying to the other rats, 'look at Whiskers now, he has chip'.

The hand dropped the chip and grabbed Whiskers by the tail.

Whiskers squeaked.

"Got you now, you little-"

Whiskers turned and bit the man. He yelled and dropped Whiskers.

Whiskers took the chip and ran back to Hole. He would show them. They would all see Whiskers and say 'have you seen Whiskers, he has chip'.

He looked at the chip as he got into Hole.

It would still be impressive at half its size.

Yes, Whiskers decided. One third of the chip would still be impressive. Having not seen chip before, they would still think the one fourth that he left uneaten was a sight to behold.