The rat gave birth. Six little ones...cute baby rats... None of them are like Hitler.

Obstacles do not exist to be surrendered to, but only to be broken.

It will be impossible to catch all the rats, my love,” he says. His hand brushes against mine. “Sooner or later, one will squeeze through the cracks. You need to be more careful.

I'm deathly afraid of rats.

Una ardilla es una rata, lo que un unicornio es una mula.

The rats know we are closing in on them,