A rat called Possible New Strain was sitting under a spaghetti strainer held down with a pile of journalism textbooks, saying rude things in rat-speak.

you dirty rat

Your rat is dead

Imagine that being your job, huh, baby rat merchant?

Begin not from preconceived idea of what to say about image but from jewel center of interest in subject of image at moment of writing, and write outwards swimming in sea of language to peripheral release and exhaustion.

The rat squealed as he bit into it, squirming wildly in his hands, frantic to escape.