The year of the rat? Oh, yeah, I remember!
There I was, face to face with the biggest, ugliest rat I have ever seen!
I looked around for a weapon but all I could find was my camera. So I started hitting the thing over the head repeatedly. It let out this awful squeal like a prepubescent boy.
Then Security detained me for four hours. I'm never to set foot on Disneyland Resort property again, and I'll be hearing from their lawyers soon.
Oh? Not THAT year of the rat?
Sorry, never mind!
