Zander Rat the Bad Apple by moyo

Zander Rat the Bad Apple

moyo, Circumcised, Circumcision, Cub, Female, Kitten, Male, Mongoose, Penis, Pussy, Rat, estate

Zander Rat is one really depraved rat.

ZANDER THE BAD APPLE Every family has a bad apple or two.

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Chapter 1. Introduction to the Iscelberg Rat Family

ZANDER ISCELBERG RAT, male, born at his parent's lavish, granite and marble stone built mansion estate in Northeast Egypt, not very far from Al-Minya (you might as well say, born on silk sheets and with everything pawed to him on a silver platter), on April 1st (April fool's day) 1958. Zander Rat came from a very wealthy elite family, born to his dad, Hanan Iscelberg Rat the III, born August 17, 1923 and his mom, Judith Iscelberg (Rhostin) Rat, born September 28, 1925. Zander has two older siblings, older brother Hanan Iscelberg Rat the IV, born June 28, 1951, and older sister Givol Iscelberg Rat, born February 5, 1954 (later marries and takes the name Givol Finnbecker Rat). The Iscelberg Rat family estate is a lavish, majestic, three story, stone palace like mansion in Northeast Egypt, located on 24 acres of waterfront property on the Nile River. The palace itself covers approximately four acres of land, about the size of a downtown city block and is large enough to accommodate three or so generations of the family, as well as provide live-in quarters for the hired servants. And the estate also has gardens, vinyards, a tennis court, a hedge maze, four, eight car garages, a twelve slip boat house and other amenities. Zander's family has been wealthy, illuminati elites for countless generations (the "old money").

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of the family's history back to about the year 1915.

Back during the 1950s, their was much concern among the Iscelberg Rat Family over the changes and uncertainty Egypt was going through at the time. In June of 1956, Britain had relinquished all military presents in Egypt via a 1954 treaty between the two countries signed a couple of years earlier, thus giving Egypt it's full independence. This was also at the time Hanan III's youngest brother, Hebron Iscelberg Rat, was graduating law school at Oxford in the UK. At the time, Hanan III and Judith Iscelberg Rats oldest son Hanan IV was age 5, and daughter Givol age 2. Hanan's next youngest brother, Louie, was out of the country at the time, brokering deals on rare and expensive, collectible automobiles...some of them worth millions. Louie Iscelberg Rat also owns many car dealerships throughout Europe, Australia and Western Asia, selling brands like Rolls Royce, Ferrari, Land Rover and Mercedes Benz...So Louie does get out of the country quite a bit. However, now that Egypt gained it's independence, there had been stories being told among the anthro-animals about the anthro-animals in government power expelling the Jewish anthro-animals out of the country, seizing their bank accounts and confiscating belongings they own within Egypt's borders. It became obvious those stories were not idle rumors when a steady decrease in Saturday attendance started being noticed at the synagogue. This was a grave concern to Hanan Iscelberg Rat III and his wife, Judith, as well as to other members of the family. Hanan and Judith's first born son, Hanan IV had already been born by then, but at only two years old at the time, was too young to realize the gravity of the situation. Hanan III's dad, Hanan II, who at that time was still head of the Iscelberg Rat Estate, had mentioned after a puff on his cigar, "My dad and my Grand Dad Adin told me how the way of life improved in Egypt when the British took the country away from the Ottomans. That happened seventy five years ago - before my time, you know. But today, I see Egypt stepping backward toward it's old ways again". Shefra, Hanan III's mom, acknowledged to her husband, Hanan II, "Even in our generation, we've never seen anything like this". Chaim and Chanita, Hanan II's brother and sister-in-law, acknowledged it wasn't the same Egypt they grew up in. There was one fortunate side to all of this for the family though...Out of their multi-billions in bank accounts, bonds, investments, businesses, corporate shares, real-estate holdings, etc, only a small percent of it was invested within the borders of Egypt. Most of the family assets had always been in foreign cash reserves, investments and property outside of Egypt. Thus if the day ever came that the family would be ordered to leave Egypt and leave their belongings behind, only a small percent of the family's wealth and property would be lost. So far, the family was never faced with that contingency. An aardwolf friend of the family once asked Hanan II and his son, "How would you all get by if the government forced your family to leave the country?" Hanan II simply answered, "We have enough in foreign assets to go to any place in the world we want. We could purchase a palace tomorrow and begin living in it if we want to". "We could almost buy a small country if one ever was for sale", Hanan III added. And he wasn't saying that too facetiously. Truth was, the Iscelberg Rats already owned several vacation mansions in various, pristine parts of the world, including a private island resort in the Indian Ocean. Egypt's newly independent leadership had also began clamping down on Masonic Lodges and Shriner's Temples throughout the country. Many of the Iscelberg Rat males, along with many friends of various animal species who are of Jewish, Muslim, and Coptic Christian faiths, as well as other faiths and even a few Atheists, were Shriners and Masons in the El-Minya, Egypt area. In both the local chapters of the temple and the blue lodge, there were already discussions about secretly holding underground meetings if being members openly would no longer be possible. And there was the possibility that fund raising and charitable events would someday have to be held under a 'different shingle' than 'Shriner' or 'Mason'. Many animals in the temple and the lodge would say, "I can see the day coming when we will have to act outside of Egyptian Law to continue having these meetings and events". The year 1958 was the year Hanan III and Judith's youngest cub was born who they named Zander, after Judith's great grand dad, Zander Rostin Rat. It was on April 1st Zander Iscelberg Rat was born. And as it was with Zander's two older siblings, and with prior births within the family, Hanan III and Judith made the trip by private plane to Great Britain to have Zander born at St. Mary's Hospital in Westminster...For the births of their cubs, only the best will do. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Mary's_Hospital,_... On April 8th, back in Egypt, Zander was Pharisaically circumcised on the eighth day in keeping with the law of their faith. Even the inner sheath over the head was also removed...Male rats have also an inner sheath under the outer main sheath covering the head of the penis. For a rat getting circumcised, you could say is sort of a 'double circumcision'...like two circumcisions in one...one circumcision under the other circumcision.

Their daughter, Givol, was four years old then. And Hanan IV was age seven then, and was surprised watching younger brother Zander getting circumcised during the breis ceremony. Until then, young Hanan IV had no idea there was a sheath covering the little wee-wee that got cut away. He had always thought he and other males in the family, as well as other circumcised animals he had seen, were born that way. The year 1958 was also the year even more concern for many animals in Egypt, including the Iscelberg Rat Family. This was the year Egypt and Syria formed a union which was named the United Arab Republic. There were animals in the country who believed it to be a good thing, and with a mood of euphoria among them. And there were those who were very skeptical what the new UAR was going to turn out to be, with a ominous mood among those animals. The Iscelberg Rat Family didn't like the idea of Egypt and Syria becoming the UAR either. Also, a new national anthem had earlier been adopted for Egypt and the new United Arab Republic. That ominous feeling really set in on the Iscelberg Rat Family, as well as with their hired servants, as they all watched the television news coverage from out of Cairo of the old, green, national flag with it's crescent and three stars coming down, and the new, red, white and black flag with it's two green stars ran up the flagpole...During which time, that new anthem had played: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCxC3WNBqB0&spfrelo... It was to antiquate the old anthems Hanan III and Judith had known when they were cubs, one of which the country used for about 14 years (1923 to 1936): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBB12eIUlkQ&spfrelo... As well as an earlier anthem the country went back to using in the late 1930s...which was the anthem Hanan III's parents Hanan II and Shifra, and also Judith's parents Gan and Pauline grew up with: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXnJQ8p5qYo In 1960 Egypt's old anthem eventually phased out.

In January of 1961, Hanan III and Judith Iscelberg Rat and the cubs, Hanan IV then age 9 and 1/2, Givol almost age 7, and Zander three months from turning age 3, took a trip to Menongue, Angola to check on the 80% of a sugarcane plantation Hanan III had purchased years ago. Along with them them came Hanan III's dad and mom, Hanan II and Shifra Rat, to check on how things were going on a coffee bean plantation they owned near the Province of Cunene. Transportation for that trip for Hanan III and family was a 1959 Cadillac convertible in indigo black (the color that had the blue and purple casts in it when the light hit it just right) with white and black interior. Hanan III's brother Louie located the car for him, and had it sent to Menongue, Angola waiting on the family to pick it up upon their arrival to Angola by private plane. Even though it was a two year old car, Hanan III liked the big fins and torpedo tail lights. Yasin Genet came along to chauffeur the car for the family. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5YxxigUbfY Hanan II and Shefra had their vintage, 1937 Horch 853 convertible transported by cargo plane to Angola for that trip, which they had Husam Fox chauffeur for them. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ev4DvHjYWF8&spfrelo... . It was at a general store one evening, around dusk, near Menongue that Zander (then not far from age three) found out that circumcision does not equal "being born that way". The Rat Family had stopped at the general store that evening to get some coffee, and to get treats for the cubs. In the store, an old Jambo song was playing over their radio: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTZzh62PPiY&spfrelo... At the store was also a gathering of mongooses, meerkats and genets, with their cubs, who had been working for the nearby sugarcane plantation that Hanan III owned 80% of. The sugarcane workers had been given that weekend off, and were preparing to travel home for the weekend upon leaving the store. Hanan III and his wife Judith noticed nearly all of the Angolan species animals didn't even have a car. Almost two dozen of them, plus their cubs, had only two vehicles to crowd inside of and onto the running boards of...both vehicles being in ragged condition and dating back to 30 and 47 years old. One vehicle was a rusted out 1931 Ford pick-up, with rotting floor planks in the bed, which was owned by a meerkat.

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The other vehicle was a badly beat up, 1914 Ford Model T owned by a genet. The Model T was about fit to fall apart, with the front fenders completely rusted away, the hood over the motor gone, a board supported from the firewall holding up the radiator, boards and blankets for seats, and a roof made of ragged barn tin sealed with tar which was supported by scrap lumber.

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Hanan III and Judith heard the meerkat who owned the old truck called out to the genet who owned the Model T, "Sanchez. Se eu dirigir à frente de você, você pode dirigir? Meu caminhão tem uma luz" (Sanchez. If I drive ahead of you, could you drive? My truck has a light). The genet sitting behind the wheel of the Model T replied, "Sim. Via ser bom. Eu agradeco" (Yes. That will be good. I appreciate it) The Rat Family couldn't understand the conversation between the meerkat and genet, it being in Ango-Portuguese. However, their chauffeur, Yasin Genet did know some Portuguese and was able to tell Hanan III and Judith what had been said. "It sounds like the car with the tin roof is without lights", Yasin Genet further added. "I'm sure it's got to be a hard way of life for them", Hanan III told Judith, while choosing treats in the store for the cubs. "Can we get them a raise in pay?", Judith compassionately asked her husband. "I wish I could", Hanan III answered. "But I haven't been able to convince the shareholders who own the other 20% of the plantation to agree to it". "That just looks so awful", Judith replied. Hanan III, Judith, the two older cubs Hanan IV and Givol, and even their chauffeur Yasin Genet, felt compassion for the mongooses, genets and meerkats who's cubs had to work with them in the sugarcane fields...and also about so many of them having only the two ragged vehicles to ride. But not Zander though...Zander thought it was something to laugh at. "Ha ha ha ha ha. Look at that silly car!", Zander laughed, pointing particularly at that old, beat up, 1914 Ford. "That car's gonna break down! I betcha a wheel's gonna fall off! But WE got a NICE car". Zander's laughing abruptly stopped when Daddy Rat grabbed Zander by the arm, and instructed their chauffeur, "Yasin. Open the trunk of the car, please. I need to get the paddle". "Very well, Sir", Yasin Genet replied as he accompanied Hanan III and Zander out of the store and to their shinny, black, 1959 Cadillac convertible. After Yasin Genet opened the trunk, Daddy Rat got out the paddle and lit Zander's ass up really good for laughing at those poor, underprivileged animals...Now it was the underprivileged animals and their cubs getting a laugh on little, smart ass Zander Rat. As some of the Angolan animals were still laughing, Daddy Rat said to Zander, "You think is so funny for other animals to be less fortunate than us?...Well, who's doing the laughing now, Smarty Tail?" Once the paddle was put back away, it was back into the store with the siblings to get some goodies. Three minutes later, when Zander calmed down from the paddling, the old 'Sugarbush Song' played on the store's radio: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wg8BNliL3fc&spfrelo... The lesson Zander learned from the paddling didn't stick long about the time he noticed while Daddy and Mommy were able to buy the best candy the store had for Zander and his siblings, the Angolan cubs had to settle for cheap candy their parents could only afford, plus they had to share it. While Zander, Hanan IV and Givol got chocolate, caramel, ground almond biscottis that were imported from Denmark, the Angolan animal cubs had to share pieces of budget brand, licorice and peppermint stick made in Luanda. "Ha ha ha ha ha", Zander laughed. "You n***** animals get junky candy, an' ya hafta share it too" I got GOOD candy aaaallllll to myself like my brother and sister got...Seeeeeeee?". Then Zander stuck his tongue out at them and went, "Mnnnnn". Zander got a paddling for that also. During the paddling, Zander accidentally dropped his imported, chocolate, caramel, ground almond biscotti on the ground. Then Zander really cried when Daddy Rat told him, "I'm not getting you another candy. I believe Yahweh punished you for laughing at those poor animals over there by making you drop YOUR candy". Now the meerkats, genets and mongooses again began laughing at Zander...instead of Zander laughing at them. Daddy Rat also told Zander, "And I've a good mind to give you a second paddling for using that N word I told you not to use on this trip". A short while before the Angolan animals were getting ready to crowd inside of and onto the running boards of that ragged, old, Model T Ford, and that old, 1931 Ford pick up, to go home for the weekend, a cute, jazzy, Afro-French song began playing on the store's radio: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGstAoBBFUA&spfrelo... As Zander gazed around at the Angolan animals who came within close proximity to the family, he began to notice, on the males, he could not see the heads of their pee-pees...Zander could only see their penis sheaths and ball sacks. "Haaa ha - ha ha ha - haaaaa. Youuu-got your pee-wee-doos cut ooffff. You ain't got no pee-wee-doo heeeeads", Zander pointed as he sang a chant at the Angolan animals."We got pee-wee-doos an' you don't. We got pee-wee-doos an' you don't. Haaa ha - ha ha ha - haaaaaaa". The Angolan animals were giving Zander some really dirty looks about that time, most of whom understood English to some degree, and knew what Zander was saying. Then a genet cub, slightly older than Zander, who could speak broken English, approached Zander in front of the store, and told him, "Pee-pee me got. Me pee-pee too got head. Pee-pee me daddy got, an' pee-pee me brother an' 'nother brother got". Then Zander laughed, "Ha ha ha ha ha. So where is it?", not believing the genet cub at first. Then the genet cub pulled back his penis sheath, reveling his genet penis, with it's pointy nosed head and barbed shank showing out of it's sheath at Zander. As Zander looked in dismay, at the genet cub's penis, the genet cub said, "Seeee? Me DO got pee-pee. Pee-pee no cut off like you say." That's when it hit Zander like a 90 mph freight train that Zander should have had, by nature, a penis sheath like the Angolan animal males have, but it was cut away on Zander and the male members of his family...Zander's revelation. "WAAAAAAAAA!", Zander screamed in a tantrum, throwing himself on the ground, and beating the ground with his feet and paws. "MY PEE-WEE-DOOOOOO - WAAAAAAAAA - MY PEEEE-WEEEEEEEE-DOOOOOOOO - WAAAAAAAAAA". The meerkats, genets and mongooses, along with their cubs, were REALLY laughing at Zander now. Now it was not Zander doing the laughing. As the genet cub was letting his penis slide back into it's sheath, his mother called to him in Angolan-dialect-Portuguese, "Sefu. De la, afaster. Para O boter, venha aqui" (Sefu. From there, move away. To the car, come here). When the genet cub came as his mother had called him, then stepped up for him a place on a running board of the old Model T, the rest of the Angolan animals boarded the car and pick up, and they all took off for home, still laughing at Zander. The meerkat with that old rusted out, 1931, Ford pick up, also crowded with passengers, had to lead the way for the other local animals riding the Model T...That's because it was getting dark, and none of the lights on the Model T worked, and at least one headlight was working on the meerkat's pick up. As the Angolan animals began to ride down the dirt road into the night, crowded inside of and on the running boards of those ragged old vehicles, the store's radio played the next song...which could also be heard on the static laden radio of the rusty 1931 Ford pick up as they pulled away and left. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YpIpgZYcpg After the Angolan animals left, Daddy Rat REALLY paddled Zander a GOOD one this time, for embarrassing Daddy Rat in the presents of the Angolan animals who worked the sugarcane fields for him. It was getting late, so the Rat Family decided leave the store to ride back to their high class hotel accommodations in Menongue (the best hotel accommodations Menongue had to offer in that day and time.) They also decided before they left, to put the top up on the Cadillac convertible, roll up the power windows and turn on the A/C. It was a hot summer night (Angola being in the southern hemisphere), and lightning could be seen flashing in the night sky on the western horizon. But even though the storm was still far away, and would be hours before it would arrive, unless it bypassed, it was still a nice, smooth, comfortable, air conditioned ride back to the hotel in that big, powerful, heavy Cadillac. The Rat Family and their chauffeur, Yasin Genet, even had the radio going with some local African Music. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhEBzhBLdHc&list=PL...

Needless to say, form that point, through the rest of the family's visit in Angola, Zander was one miserable rat cub. Several occasions over the next couple of days, when Yasin Genet would be chauffeuring the family in that 1959 Cadillac convertible down those Angolan dirt roads, Zander would murmur, "Goyim animals got a pee-wee-do cover and I don't - Whyyyyy?" That's when Daddy Rat would reach over from the front seat of that 1959 Cadillac convertible and 'Jap-slap' Zander a few times. During the family's trip back to Egypt aboard their private plane, it was still grinding on Zander about being circumcised, and how Daddy Rat dealt with Zander over it...From that time on in Zander's life, Zander somehow hated Angola.

Later in 1961, the United Arab Republic formed by Egypt and Syria collapsed only three years after it was started. Syria succeeded from the UAR, thus Egypt was again a separate, independent nation.

Chapter 2. The Rat Family Encounter with the President

In the year 1964, Egyptian President Nazztah Aardwolf issued a decree, outlawing organizations of the Shriners and Masons in Egypt. Fellow shrine and lodge members of the Rat Family had seen this coming quite some time. And as Egypt's federal government began shutting down shrines and blue lodges throughout the country, the local Shriners and Masons of El-Minya were already making arrangements with the local Rotary Club, who would allow them to continue to operate and hold charitable events under the disguise of their club. Also, Hanan II and Hanan III were long time major contributors to the El-Minya Police Benevolent Association, as well as good friends with many of the politicians of the area. And for years, Hanan II has personally known the governor of the Governate of Minea (Governate is like a province or state). Many of the family's friends in high places had given their assurance, without actually coming out and saying so, that they would keep a blind eye turned to Shriner and Masonic activities, as long as those activities were discretely kept at a low profile. Funds from Shriner's carnivals, presented as Rotary Club carnivals of course, would have to be secretly sent out of the country to be dispersed to hospitals for the treatment of burnt and crippled cubs. Contacts had already been made with animals in London, who know the family, to receive and appropriate the funds where they are to go.

And by this time, Jewish synagogues had already been shut down by order of the Egyptian federal government since more than a year ago. Rabbi Squirrel, along with what few who were left in the congregation, had agreed on a decision to hold Saturday services as "house synagogue" services. Congregation members would take turns lending the hospitality of their homes for worship services to be held. By the way, June 28th, 1964 was the day of Hanan IV's Bar-Mitzvah. The congregation use to observe a cub's Bar-Mitzvah at the synagogue, but with that shut down, Hanan VI's Bar-Mitzvah was held at a fellow congregation member's home. Rabbi Squirrel had said of that idea, "Where there is a sincere will, Yahweh will provide a way".

Late one Sunday morning, in October of 1964, a Rolls Royce limousine, baring fender mounted flags of the Governate of Minea, accompanied by armed hyenas on motorcycles for protection, pulled up to the grand entrance of the lavish granite and marble palace of the Iscelberg Rat Estate. As the limo's chauffeur, a genet, opened the door for it's passengers to exit the vehicle, Rashon Civet, one of the Rat Family's butlers, announced that Governor Sazim Mongoose had arrived. "Allow him in, Rashon. I'll inform my dad", said Hanan III. "Very well, Sir", Rashon Civet replied as he opened the massive double doors to the estate's entrance. As Rashon welcomed Governor Mongoose and two of his aids accompanying him, another mongoose and a linsang, Hanan II entered the palace's spacious front entrance foyer, at the same time extinguishing a cigar he had been smoking. "Sazim. Hello", Hanan II greeted. "Hi there, Hanan, It's been a while", Sazim Mongoose replied as the two animals shook paws and began conversation. Then the cubs came running to the foyer, Hanan IV who was then age 13, Givol who was then age 10, and Zander who was then age age 6. "Governor Mongoose!", Hanan IV exuberantly called out. "How's everything going, young Hanan?", Governor Mongoose asked. "Very fine, sir", Hanan IV replied. "Hello Governor Mongoose", Givol greeted with a smile and a cute little wave. "You grown much bigger since I've seen you last", The Governor said to Givol. "HI ya, Shazam", Zander addressed Governor Mongoose. "ZANDER!", Hanan III called out to his youngest son. "What?", Zander asked. "You address Governor Mongoose properly", Judith reprimanded Zander. "But Grand Dad said Shazam, hello", Zander mimicked his grand dad. "How would you like to have you grand dad whump you one time?", Hanan II asked Zander. "Don't you mimic me". "Well, cubs will be cubs", Governor Mongoose said. "I have two of my own you know". "Yes, I know", Hanan II replied, "But, Sazim. Zander needs to learn respect". "YOU called him Shazam. See? Just now", Zander retorted to his grand dad. "The governor and I have been friends for a long time", Hanan II told Zander. "Your grand dad is right, Son", Sazim Mongoose told Zander. "With long time friends, It's different". "I know what Zander will understand", Judith said as she took him into another room. Moments later, you could hear >whop whop whop< "WAAAAA ahaa ahaa ahaa ahaa ahaaaaaaaa" "You going to stop acting like a little wise guy?", you could hear Judith asked her son. "Yeeaaaa", Zander cried. "That's not the way I want to hear it", Judith replied. "Yes, Mame", Zander cried. "That's better", said Judith. Then Judith marched Zander back to the foyer and told him, "I think you owe Governor Mongoose an apology now". "I'm sorrrry", Zander said, still snibbling from the spanking he got. "I'm sorry who?", Judith asked Zander. "I'm - I'm sorry Governor Mongoose", said Zander. "Apology accepted, Son", Sazim Mongoose replied. "I thank you very much". After all that was out of the way, everyone went to the dining room to have snacks, treats and some coffee or tea. Hanan II also saves fine wine and cognac for such occasions, but for only those who the family knows well. Alcohol beverages are illegal in Egypt, but the Iscelberg Rats, as well as Governor Sazim Mongoose and other friends of the family in high places, do tend to bend that law just a little. After about 40 minutes of socializing, there was an important matter to be addressed. Sazim Mongoose announced to the family, "There is a reason for my visit here today. A delegation from your family will need to travel to Cairo tomorrow. President Nazztah Aardwolf requires the presents of some of you at five o'clock". "The President!", Hanan II exclaimed. "Why would he want to see us?", Hanan III asked. "Are we getting kicked out of the country?", Chaim, Hanan II's brother, asked. "I hope not, Uncle Chaim", Hanan III replied. "I don't believe it's about that", Sazim Mongoose assured the family. "The president wouldn't have someone visit him personally just to expel someone out of the country". "Can we come with you tomorrow?! To see the president?!", Hanan VI asked with much enthusiasm. "Pleeeease!?", Givol added. "Wowwww!", Zander further added. There were many times the cubs have noticed President Aardwolf on their wall size, cinema screen television, with his large snout and predominate bottom jaw, and wavy neck mane and wavy fur on top his head. "No you can't", Hanan III told the cubs. "Awwwww", the cubs contested. "It's no place for you cubs", Judith explained. "That's right", Hanan II added. "We have no idea what this thing is going to be about". Governor Mongoose then acknowledged, "With the political climate of the country, bringing the cubs along definitely would not be advisable". As everyone discussed plans for the tomorrow's trip to Cairo, it was decided that Hanan II and his brother Chaim would make the trip. Hanan III had volunteered to come along also. "How about your brother Hebron?", Chanita suggested to her nephew Hanan III. "He should be with us too, Son", Hanan II added. "I agree", said Chaim. "Hebron's background in law could be an asset to us in this matter". Right away, Judith phoned her brother-in-law Hebron, who lived in Luxor to the south of them, and told him what was going on. Hebron Iscelberg Rat certainly was surprised to hear what Judith had to tell him and agreed to come along with them. After Judith got off the phone with Hebron, she called Louie, who also lived in Luxor. It came as a surprise to Louie as well, and at the end of the conversation, he wished everyone the best of luck. It was going into evening by the time logistics for the trip were finalized, and everyone agreed it was getting late. Sazim Mongoose wished the best for everyone as he and the two governor's aids with him were leaving. And that night, the Rat Family got to bed early. It was expected to be a long day tomorrow, and the cubs were to have school the next day.

The following day, Monday, after Judith wished the males luck with President Aardwolf, she had Yasin Genet chauffeur her and the cubs in the Rolls Royce limo to drop the cubs off at school, an elite private school, definitely not the public school system. Then she had Yasin take her to run some errands she wanted to do. Hanan II, Hanan III and Chaim would have Husam Fox chauffeur them to Cairo in Hanan III's Cadillac limo...Rabbi Squirrel was coming along also, and with the Cadillac being a bigger car than the Rolls, there would be more room for the four of them. About mid morning, Hebron Rat arrived from Luxor to the Rat Family Estate near El-Minya, in a Mercedes limo, driven by Zahid Jerboa. Brother Louie was also with him to come along on the trip. Shortly after Hebron and Louie's arrival, they began the trip to Cairo, with Hanan's limo leading the way, and Hebron's limo following.

Hours later, the five Iscelberg Rat males and Rabbi Squirrel arrived in Cairo. There was still a while before the meeting time of 5:00 pm, so Hanan III and Hebron had their chauffeurs stop in at high class bistro to get something to eat. It was one of those places that had no prices on the menu, everything was a la carte, and if you were not rich you don't show up there, much less go in. While they were there, Hanan II treated Rabbi Squirrel to what ever he wanted on the menu, which Rabbi Squirrel greatly appreciated.

Not long before five o'clock, the family delegation made their way to the Abdeen Palace where they were to meet President Nazztah Aardwolf. Upon their arrival, they were greeted by dignitaries in the way that diplomats and ambassadors would expect to be welcomed. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abdeen_Palace#/media/File... "Many welcomes my friends. I'm Yusef Lion", a Barbary Lion greeted the Iscelberg Rats and Rabbi Squirrel. "The pleasure is ours as well", Hanan II replied, being first to exit the limousine. After they were acquainted, Yusef Lion, accompanied by two caracal cats, showed their guests around the palace as they engaged in small conversation. Then after a short while, the lion had everyone follow him out to a lavish courtyard with it's extravagant gardens...And there he was...President Nazztah Aardwolf. "Hello. I have been expecting you", Nazztah Aardwolf greeted the guests as he shook paws with them. "Of course, I need no introduction, as you all already know who I am". "We're delighted to meet you, Mr. President", Hanan II replied. "While you are my guests, you may address me as Nazztah. That would be good", said Nazztah Aardwolf. "Very well", replied. After everyone took seats at the wrought iron and brass, patio chairs and tables, Nazztah said to Yusef Lion, "Yusef, let's have some treats and coffee". "Jahad", Yusef called one of the caracal cats. "Get the servants to bring some coffee and treats for the President and our guests". "Right away, Sir", Jahad Caracal answered as he went to summon some servants. So far what Nazztah Aardwolf to talk about was small conversation...getting acquainted. Several minutes later, a mongoose butler, a mongoose maid and a linsang maid arrived with trays carrying pastries, fruit, berries, unleavened bread and rich, aromatic coffee...There was no wine or cognac here, which was illegal under Egyptian law. "Will that be all, Sir?", the butler asked. "That will do", Nazztah answered. "Thank you". Nazztah offered to let one of the members of the Rat Family choose his mug of coffee for him, in which he would take a first drink before the others, to assure them none of the coffees had been spiked. "I am sure you are wondering why I've asked you here", Nazztah Aardwolf mentioned. "That has been on our minds", Hanan II replied. "You do know that animals of you religious faith have been getting expelled from Egypt since...Oh say...eight years ago", said Nazztah Aardwolf. "We have been painfully aware of that", said Rabbi Squirrel. "There's a story I have to tell that is like our situation", Nazztah began. "There was once a bee hive in southern Africa, and a community of meerkats who lived nearby." The rats and squirrel listened intently as the aardwolf continued, "As we all know, insects are a part of a meerkat's diet...The story goes that the meerkats figured out a way to eat the bees in the hive without getting stung. And they found the bees to be so tasty and satisfying. However, the meerkats soon found out there would be no more honey. They chose to eat the bees one time, when they could of had a lifetime supply of honey". "And how that relates to us...", Hanan II pondered. "That is this", Nazztah answered. "I could choose to have you and your family expelled from Egypt, with a one time confiscation of your assets..." "Only a small percent of what we own is in Egypt", Hanan III interjected. "Your billions in assets and properties in this country is only a small percent of what you have?", Nazztah Aardwolf asked with surprise. "That is correct", Hanan affirmed. "If what you have in this country is only a small percent of your wealth, I believe I could not fully comprehend the wealth and assets you must own around the world completely", Nazztah said in amazement. "The taxes Egypt alone collects from what you generate each year within our borders is a fortune in itself". Then Hanan II summarized, "Your saying if you expel us from Egypt, Egypt looses a huge source of tax revenue each year". "Exactly so", Nazztah Aardwolf answered. "Egypt can either eat bees one time, or she can enjoy honey for as long as you continue to prosper in Egypt as well as your family does...Your investment strategies, not even our best financial experts have been able to crack how you do it". "I take it we need not fear being expelled out of the country", Hanan II mentioned. "You are guaranteed to be allowed to remain in Egypt as long as you desire to", Nazztah Aardwolf assured the Iscelberg Rats. "With the same respect as anyone else enjoys who lives here. You have my word on that". At first President Nazztah Aardwolf wasn't going to grant Rabbi Squirrel and his family immunity from possible expulsion from Egypt, until the family delegation pleaded and convinced Nazztah Aardwolf to grant him and his family the same immunity. Nazztah Aardwolf invited his guests to visit and socialize a while longer. Then as it got late into the evening, the family delegation thanked Nazztah Aardwolf for the immunity he granted them, and Nazztah wished them a safe trip home just before they entered their limousines to leave.

Later that night, when Hanan II, Hanan III, Chaim, Hebron, Louie and Rabbi Squirrel returned to the Iscelberg Rat Estate, the rest of the family were relieved and delighted when they were told what the meeting was about, and how well it went.

Chapter 3. School Days

When Hanan VI, Givol, and Zander were growing up, they attended a very elite private school, that had a high quality education curriculum, and had grades starting at preschool, and going all the way through 12th. There were also fellow students who were of other species in their school, who's parents were wealthy enough to send them there, but not from as wealthy families as the Rat Family, who were popular among the other students because of that. Friday, February 4th, 1966, at school, two months before Zander turned age 8, and in the 2nd grade, the class was given their morning restroom break. There was an oriental linsang using the urinal next to where Zander was peeing. Because Zander, along with all the males in his family was circumcised, he was fascinated with seeing the linsang draw his sheath back to pee. The linsang's attention was caught when Zander said, "Ohh! It's shiny!". "What?!", The linsang said as he noticed Zander gawking at his penis, out of sheath, peeing. "Why are you stareing at my pee-pee?" "What's that skin like?" asked Zander. "None of your business!" The linsang told Zander as he turned his back to Zander, and Zander leaned around so he can still see it. "ARE YOU QUEER OR SOMETHING?!", the linsang asked as he resorted to re-sheathing his penis, and continued peeing through his sheath, so Zander can't see it. "I didn't know you could do that!" said Zander as the other class mates now noticed what was going on. "Zander, leave him alone!", a male genet called out. The females who were there, started giggling at Zander. Being that the animals don't wear clothes anyway, they all share the same restrooms, showers, etc. "Hey, Zander! Why don't you look at some of these females instead of looking at Chaun Linsang?! You're gona marry Chaun or something?", a male palm civet called out as everyone busted out laughing. An otter and a mongoose were among the circumcised males in Zander's 2nd grade class, and even they were laughing. "Zander would get a scent pouch in the deal!", the otter called out, getting everyone to laugh even harder, referring to the scent pouch linsangs have near the genital. "He can marry the sharp ends of my claws and see how he likes it", said Chaun. By the time everyone was leaving the restroom, heading back to class, Zander was so embarrassed, he felt like he could wear a paper bag over his face. Back in class, Zander kept calling across the table to Chaun Linsang, and trying get an answer out of him as to what having a genital sheath is really like. Chaun finally stood up in class, and hollered at Zander, "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! YOU DON'T HAVE A SHEATH COVERING YOUR PEE-PEE HEAD, SO IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! LEAVE ME ALONE!" The class busted out in loud laughter, followed by the otter calling out, "Hey, Zander, Jollah Mongoose and I are circumcised too, but we don't go around asking those kind of questions". "Well!", exclaimed the teacher, who was a persnickety poodle, "Enough on THAT subject. Let's get back to class material, shall we".

Zander making a schoolwide spectacle over Chaun Linsang's uncircumcised penis also had a bad ramification for older sister, Givol. The Friday it happened was the one day before Givol's 12th birthday...And a very special birthday it was...It was the day of her Bat-Mitzvah, which is when a female turns age 12. That Saturday of Givol's 12th birthday, at the Iscelderg Rat Estate after Sabbath worship services, everyone began the observance of Givol's Bat-Mitzvah. It started out pleasant...However, many of the cubs in the congregation who attended were also students of the elite private school that Hanan VI, Givol and Zander attend. Just as Givol's Bat-Mitzvah was going along, a gerbil cub mentioned, "Gee, Givol. Your brother was sure nosy about Chaun Linsang's pee-dee-pee-dee-do at school yesterday, wasn't he?" "HEY!", Givol protested. This is MY Bat-Mitzvah!". "SAMUEL!", the gerbil's dad reprimanded his son. "He he he. Maybe Zander wants to play with it", Samuel Gerbil's younger brother giggled. "Uhhh, not exactly THAT", Zander opened his big mouth, which got all the cubs who were there laughing and making other comments. As parents were getting their cubs back under control, Givol began crying. Rabbi Squirrel called for the attention of the cubs and told them, "Let's not have any of that kind of talk here, cubs. This is a Holy ceremony". As the situation was back under control, Judith came over to comfort Givol. "It's OK, dear. Everything will be OK", Judith told her. "Mom...Did Zander have to pick the day before my Bat-Mitzvah to?...You know?", Givol cried. "All that stuff's over now...OK?", Judith assured her daughter. "OK", Givol sobbed as she dried up her tears and regained her composure. Before long, Givol's Bat-Mitzvah was going along as planed very pleasantly. A short while later, four male chipmunk cubs went into one of the estate palace's bathrooms that was nearby. One of them had a circumcision in a way that he still had some of his penis sheath. Givol's Bat-Mitzvah had so far been going along smoothly again...That was until everyone heard, coming from the bathroom with the door open, one of the chipmunk cubs shout, "I'M CHAUN LINSANG! SEE MY PEE-PEE?! SEE MY PEE-PEE?!", followed by the four cubs laughing. "SOMEONE GET THOSE CUBS OUT OF THAT BATHROOM!" Hanan III called out. By that time, the rest of the cubs were laughing again as Rabbi Squirrel was trying to restore some sense of order. As several adult animals went to go get the four cubs, Givol cried, "Zander turned my Bat-Mitzvah into something creepy...Booooo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo". "It's alright, honey. It's alright", Judith assured Givol. As the adult animals led the chipmunk cubs back into the family room, Rabbi Squirrel ordered the young pranksters to have a seat on a sofa and behave. "Listen! Cubs! We're not having any more of these antics!", Rabbi Squirrel demanded. "Hey, Zander! What were you looking in the bathroom at school yesterday?!", a female dormouse cub called out as Rabbi Squirrel whirled about to see who made the remark. "Uhh...Nothing really", Zander blurted, not having sense enough to keep his big blabber mouth shut. "Nothing really?! I know!", a male Jerboa cub called out. "A pointy nose, spittin' cobra with a hoodie!" As other cubs busted out in laughter, Rabbi Squirrel announced, "I think some of you parents need to be correcting your cubs". Everything quickly got back under control when parents began taking their cubs into other rooms and spanking them. Givol, in tears, grabbed up a piece of cake, and approached her younger brother Zander with it. "THANKS A LOT YOU CREEP! YOU RUINED MY BAT-MITZVAH!" Givol cried at Zander as she whacked him up side the head with the cake. "It only comes once in a lifetime", Givol cried as she ran to the next room, up the palace's spacious, grand stairs, and to her room to cry over her Bat-Mitzvah becoming a social disaster. By this time, everyone had heard what Zander had done at school the day before. "Zander, you should be ashamed of yourself!", a jerboa mother of two cubs told Zander. There were other remarks like, "Zander, you pervert", and "Your parents should seek help for you", and, "You nasty scoundrel you". Then Zander's Uncle Herman on Zander's mom's side of the family scorned, "Zander, ya lousy bastard! You ruined you own sister's Bat-Mitzvah! How could you!" "That's not doing any good, Herman. Please don't rub it in", Judith asked her brother. "OK, OK, Judith. I won't.", Uncle Herman replied to his sister. Zander just stood there, looking stupid with cake all over the side of his face, going, "Uhhhhhh". After Judith came upstairs to Givol's room and got Givol calmed down, many of the guests downstairs had already left. But there were still quite a few attendees, including Rabbi Squirrel, who were still present when Judith and Givol came back downstairs. This time when everyone continued with Givol's Bat-Mitzvah, everything went along peacefully and pleasantly without anymore problems. And to make sure it stayed that way, Zander was warned by the other males that if he so much as uttered a peep for the rest of the observance, Zander would be taken outside and get the living shit beat out of him...And it was said to him in those exact words too.

By the time Zander was going into the 3rd grade, he would frequently ask his other male school mates personal questions like, "What's it like not being circumcised?", or questions about the genital anatomy of species that were not of his own species. The answers he got were always, in so many words, "None of your business". Zander once asked a male fossa school mate, "What does it feel like to have a funky penis like the ones you fossas have? Is having one like that really fun to play with?" The young fossa gave Zander an angry look, sharp clawed Zander across the face, then told him, "MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!". Those questions often got Zander beat up by his fellow students, and quite often got Zander's parents called to the school to have a talk with the school administrator.

Chapter 4. Zander Marrs Chanuka and Grand Dads Funeral

Sabbath worship services on December 23, 1967 were held at Rabbi Squirrel's home, a nice, spacious, stonewall house in the Nile River Vally, with it's stonewall surrounded courtyard, fruit and nut trees and beautiful gardens. That Saturday was three days before the first day of Chanuka, the Festival of Lights, for the year 1967, which the family and congregation were looking forward to. During that service, even though being Egyptian citizens, everyone still gave thanks to God (they refer to as Yushura) for the Israeli victory in the Six Day War earlier in June of that year. However, a family crisis can strike in a sudden way. At the close of the Sabbath service, Hanan II, at age 76 collapsed on the floor and lost consciousness. "HANAN!", Shifra cried as she ran over and kneeled beside her unconscious husband, as everyone looked on stunned in disbelief. "DAD!" Hanan III called to him, with his wife Judith at his side. "My brother is not well!" Chaim called out. "Someone call an ambulance!". "And hurry!", Herman added. "I'm calling for help now!", Rabbi Squirrel said as he was already on the phone with the operator getting him over to an emergency dispatcher. Before long, an ambulance (back in the day, it was the big hearse style, Cadillac ambulance) arrived to Rabbi Squirrel's home, the crew administered what first aid they could, then transported Hanan II to the hospital in El-Minya. After the ambulance left, everyone held a special prayer session for Hanan II. Then Rabbi Squirrel let the family use his phone to inform relatives of what had just happened. Upon hearing the news, Hanan II's other sons, Louie and Hebron, with their wives and cubs, immediately proceeded from Luxor to the hospital in El-Minya where Hanan III told them Hanan II will be...Louie chose to drive one of his other cars himself with his family, as his family wanted to make the trip alone and not with their chauffeur. "How 'bout calling my friends", Zander, then age 9, kept pestering his parents while they were trying to get in touch with relatives and in-laws. Everyone knew what kind of friends Zander kept company with, and Daddy Rat took Zander outside and slapped him a good one. "Those motley friends of yours have nothing to do with my dad, who could be dying...who is YOUR grand dad too", Hanan III briefly lectured Zander, then led him back into the house. Judith called Hanan II's sister Meira, and husband Martin Koahl Rat in Alexandria, which they too, with their cubs, left to see Hanan II. And Judith also called Hanan II's youngest brother, Yarden, and his wife, Shimrit, from Cairo. After the phone calls were made, Hanan III's family, along with Rabbi Squirrel, rode out to the hospital, where other relatives were already there to meet them. It was shortly after they arrived to the hospital that the family was told by Dr. Cheetah that Hanan Rat II was suffering from a major stroke, and it wasn't good, which in turn, the family did thank the doctor and others for doing what they can. There were also other conversation: "I guess it will be a while before Aunt Meira and Uncle Martin get here", Louie Rat speculated. "They have to come all the way down from Alexandria", Judith replied to her brother-in-law. "Aunt Meira and Uncle Martin should be here before long though", Hebron added. "I don't see Zander anywhere", said Zander's older brother, Hanan VI, then age 16. "THERE he is", Zander's Uncle Chaim pointed Zander out. "Where, Dear", Chaim's wife, Chanita, asked. "Way down there", Chaim answered. Zander was waaaayyyy down the hallway, peeking into the rooms of the hospital patients. Hanan III promptly marched down the hallway to Zander, grabbed him, and directed him into a nearby restroom, then slapped him a good one. "What's in those rooms is none of your business! You hear me?!", Daddy asked Zander. "Ohhh-Kaaaeee", Zander answered. "I said, you hear me?", Daddy Rat again asked. "Yea, Dad, yea", Zander then answered. Hanan III then told Zander, "Now you get back out there, and stay with the family", as he marched him back out of the restroom. Shortly thereafter, the family was allowed into the intensive care unit to see Hanan II, who was still in a coma with tubes in him, and attached to monitors and life support machines...Of course, this was another opportunity for Zander to make an ass of himself. "What's those tubes for? And they stuck one in Grand Dad's pee-wee-do", Zander asked in a very audible tone. "Zander, shut it", Chaim discretely warned Zander, as Hanan III gave Zander a stern look. Then Zander's curiosity was drawn by the heart monitor hooked to his grand dad. "That beep-beep machine. What's it do?", Zander asked. Hanan III grabbed Zander, and again marched him to a nearby restroom. And again >SLAP<. "That's what that beep-beep machine does", Daddy Rat answered Zander's question. "Gets you a slappin' for asking about it". Then Daddy Rat lectured Zander about having respect for his grand dad, and about making noise in an IC unit of a hospital. Then Daddy Rat and Zander went back to IC to see Grand Dad Rat. A while later, Hanan II's younger sister Meira and brother-in-law Martin Rat arrived. About 20 minutes later...just out of the clear blue...right there in the IC unit...Zander blurted out, "Geeee. I hope I never end up that way". And again, Daddy Rat marched Zander to the nearby restroom...And >SLAP<...Then Daddy and Zander returned to IC. After the visit was over, the hospital allowed Chaim, Meira and Yardin remain with Hanan II, being that they were siblings to him. They also allowed Hanan III, Louie and Hebron remain as well, being they were Hanan II's sons. Everyone else left for home that evening.

The next day, Sunday, December 24th, The family made a few visits to the hospital throughout the day to see Hanan II. Of the family's hired servants who were of Coptic Christian faith, they were given the next three days off so they can be with their families for Christmas. As for the Rat Family's hired servants of Muslim faith, Ramadan had already come earlier in the Month. Late that evening, Hanan III made a phone call to the Estate from the Hospital, and told everyone to "get to the hospital now". They already knew Hanan II wasn't going to make it, and he could go at any time. A little more than an hour after the rest of the family members were at Hanan II's bedside, Hanan II passed away at around 10:47 pm that night. And it couldn't have come at a worse time...The following day would be the day before the first day of Chanuka.

The next day, Monday, December 25th, the family found their selves making both plans for Hanan II's funeral and for Chanuka at the same time. It was a day of mourning, and the day the washing and spiritual purification ceremonies were being held for Hanan II. And because the faith forbids embalming, Hanan II was to be buried at around 3:00 pm the following day.

Tuesday, December 26 was the first day of Chanuka. Of course there was to be the sad farewell of laying Hanan II to rest at 3:00 that afternoon. Early that morning, all the family, relatives, in-laws and several friends of the family were already out on the palace's grand veranda, in the 2nd and 3rd floor balconies and on the front grounds, having a social get together in observance for Chanuka. There was of course some of Hanan III's best wine and cognak (still illegal in Egypt, but no one's tattling) served in the best, world class, crystal goblets Judith has. They were given as a wedding gift years ago from Hanan III's parents, Hanan II and Shifra As socializing got underway, one of Zander's motley friends, Ferris Fox, then age 10, came over to the Estate and asked Zander if he would like to go on a little adventure with him. "I guess", Zander Rat replied. Ferris Fox, noticing so many relatives at the Rat Family Estate, asked Zander, "What's with all the visitors...And they don't seem to happy". "Today's Chanuka...The first day", Zander informed Ferris. "I...uh...thought Chanuka was suppose to be a HAPPY day for your family", Ferris mentioned to Zander. "I is", Zander replied. "But my grand dad died Monday night". "Aww, sorry to hear that", Ferris Fox consoled Zander. "Yea. Saturday. At the end of Sabbath service. He blacked out", Zander explained. "One minute he was praying with us, and BOOM, the next minute he was laying there...An' never woke up". "Well...At least he didn't suffer...I guess", said Ferris Fox. "Yea. I guess not", Zander responded. "Sooo...You feel up to goin' on an adventure with me?, Ferris asked. "What is it?", Zander Rat inquired. "I'm gonna explore the old army tanks on the edge of the desert", Ferris Fox answered. "You mean those old German tanks that got blowed up in World War...Two or Three or something", Zander asked. "World War Two", said Ferris. "There ain't been a World War Three...Well, not now anyway". "Yea, but, my dad told me never to ever ever ever go NEAR those tanks", Said Zander. "He said there could still be mines or grenades or bombs that could still blow up". "Ah, that stuff's been there for twenty five years", Ferris Fox assured Zander Rat. "If it's gonna blow up, it would'a done it by now. So whatcha say?" "Suurrre", Zander gleefully agreed. So it was off to see the tanks. After leaving the Estate premises, and crossing the highway, Ferris Fox and Zander Rat headed west across the rich, green, fertile delta valley until they came to the big, sandy hills where the desert began. "Ready to climb it?", Ferris Fox asked. "Yea, but I gotta pee first", said Zander Rat. "I guess I do to", said Ferris as they both began peeing against the sandy base of where the hills begin. Then the two young animals began laughing as they were trying to write their names in the sand with their pee. "Make sure you don't write it sideways. He he. You know. Your lazy pee-wee-do. He he", Zander laughed, referring to how Ferris Fox was circumcised as a new born fox kit. The skin near Ferris Fox's lock knot had been twisted around before it was stitched, resulting in his penis rotated around to it's left, like it's always laying over on it's left side. So instead of the tapered pee-hole on the end of the head pointing down, it pointed out to the right. "And you use a short pencil", Ferris laughed, referring to how Zander was circumcised very short. After they were done peeing and laughing, they began the long upgrade climb in the hot sand. Once Ferris Fox and Zander Rat climbed up to where they could see across the desert, they could also get a bird's eye view of the delta valley behind them. "Wow, Zander. I can see your mom and dad's place from up here", said Ferris Fox. "Like a helicopter", Zander Rat replied. Then they proceeded west into the desert, and didn't have very far to go before they finally spotted the war battered remains of three, German, World War Two tanks with their badly weathered, desert camouflage paint. "Wow! The taaannnks", said Zander. "Wow, they're cool", Ferris added. As soon as Ferris and Zander got to the tanks, it didn't take the two young animals long to start exploring them. Zander found a place where a big hole was once blasted out of the side of a tank, then announced, "Hey look! Termites! He he hur - he he he- he he he he he". "Wow. Where it got hit", Ferris said in amazement. At one point, Ferris Fox climbed up on top of one of the tanks, and standing beside the turret, called out, "I'm the Desert Fox! I'm the Desert Fox!". Ferris Fox had at times heard of the Desert Fox, but at his age, didn't fully realize who that fox really was. Ferris and Zander eventually entered the tank that had the side blown out of it and began rummaging around inside. They soon noticed a storage compartment that had it's door hanging by only one hinge, so Ferris pulled the door down the rest of the way. "Wow! Cool! Maps 'n' stuff", Ferris said as the parched maps began to fall apart as a result of the youths holding them to look at. "Oh shooddies. They're fallin' apart", Zander complained. "I guess they're old", Ferris surmised. "Hey. What's this? Some kinda flag", Zander said as he pulled a somewhat ragged, red flag out of the storage compartment. As Zander opened the flag and held it out, he and Ferris noticed it had a large, solid, white circle in the middle with a strange looking black "X" in it. "What do you suppose it is?", Zander asked. "I don't know" Ferris Fox answered. "Maybe a flag they captured from another army or something". Neither Ferris Fox or Zander Rat knew what that flag was. Their parents never told them, and they were not yet up to a grade in school where they studied World War II history. "It looks like the ex is runnin. He he", Zander laughed. "The way the ends bend, like it has a buncha knees". "Kinda looks like it's spinning, to me", Ferris noted. "Kinda like a pinwheel". "This is a cool flag. I can hardly wait to show it to Mom and Dad", Zander gleefully proclaimed. "I bet they'll sure be surprised", Ferris agreed. Then Ferris came across a find in that storage compartment. "I wonder what THIS is", Ferris said as he pulled out an object that was a metal ball, with a square-grid pattern embossed in it, on the end of a wooden stick. "A cub's rattle?", Zander asked. "Too big to be a cub's rattle", Ferris replied. "Besides. Those are made of plastic". Then Ferris shook it. Then he bumped it on the wall of the tank. "It don't rattle", said Ferris. "Why not take it apart and find out what's wrong with it", Zander suggested. "I'll do that when I get it home", Ferris told Zander. Then Ferris and Zander headed back to the Rat Family Estate with their 'new found treasures'. Meanwhile, back at the Iscelberg Rat Estate, everyone was still outside socializing...both in observance of the first day of Chanuka, and in remembrance of their dearly, beloved, departed Hanan II, who was to be laid to rest later that day. Hanan Iscelberg Rat II's old, vintage, 1937 Horch 853 convertible was parked out on the palace's spacious, well manicured, front lawn. He had willed the car over to his brother Chaim Iscelberg Rat. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ev4DvHjYWF8&spfrelo... "I know your brother would look down from Heaven and be so proud to see you drive this car", Chaim's wife, Chanita, told him. "I'll miss my brother though", said Chaim. "But I know he's in a better world". "We all be there someday", Chanita replied as she and Chaim hugged. Everything was going along enjoyably and extravagantly. Everyone socializing in observance of Chanuka, with an occasional good word for the late Hanan II. Hanan III's finest wine and cognac served in his wife's world class crystal goblets. The elegant 1937 Horch Convertible parked on the front lawn, although the top was up. Suddenly, everyone heard Zander loudly singing that old U.S. Calvary song like on those old TV westerns, "YHAT-TA DOT-TA YHAT-TA DOT-TA - DAT-TA DAT-TA DAT-TA - YHAT-TA DOT-TA YHAT-TA DOT-TA YHAT-TA DOT-TA DAAAAAAAAA!". "Gasp! LOOK!" an in-law called and pointed. There was Zander, running across the lawn, flying the flag he found on a long stick, with Ferris Fox skipping along behind him. "WHAT IN HELL!", Meira screamed. Everyone was stunned. Many dropped Judith's crystal goblets they were drinking from. Several females fainted. "SON! WHERE DID YOU GET THAT!", Judith screamed as her crystal goblets continued dropping >klink< >twinkle< >crash< >twinkle< >twinkle<...>clinc< >klassh<. "WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS SHIT!", Chaim hollered. As Hanan III went running across the lawn to intercept Zander to take his flag away, brother-in-law Herman Rat raged, "HANAN! WHAT - IN - THE - FUCK - IS - YOUR - SON - DOING - FLYING - A - NAZI - FLAAAAG!?. Before Daddy Rat could reach Zander, Ferris Fox called out, "Tadah de-dot da-daaaa", proudly waving the 'big, metal rattle'. "OH ALL MIGHTY YAHWEH!", Hanan III hollered as he froze in his tracks. "THAT'S A GERMAN, POTATO MASHER STYLE GRENADE!". Immediately, Hanan III began to instruct Ferris Fox, "Son! Gently set that dow...". "GET RID OF IT! THROW IIIIIIIIT", Chanita screamed. "NOOOOO! DON'T THROW IT! DON'T THROW IT!", Hanan III hollered. But too late...Ferris Fox already threw it. And it sailed in through the driver's side window of the 1937 Horch. Luckily the window was rolled down. "SHIT!", Hanan III exclaimed. "Oh thank Yahweh it didn't blow up", said Rabbi Squirrel. "Who's gonna go get it?", Martin Kaohl Rat asked. "No, Uncle Martin", Hanan III said, as Zander and Ferris stood by looking stupid. "We need to have the police get professionals out here to get rid of it. They know what...", Hanan III stopped in mid sentence then said, "Someone do something with that damn flag". "YEA! What the fuck with that?!", Herman retorted. One of the chauffeurs, Yasin Genet, went over to Zander, grabbed the flag from him and began tearing it into pieces on his way to a nearby trash can. "Thank you, Yasin. I appreciate it", said Hanan III. Now there was the grenade to deal with, which Judith was going in to call the police to send a bomb squad to remove it. Then Hanan III and his Uncle Chaim instructed everyone to get a safe distance from the 1937 Horch...just in case. Once everyone was away from the car, Chaim Rat told everyone, "It's most likely a dud as old as it is, but there isn't the need to be taking any chanc..." >KA-BOOM< the grenade detonated followed by screams from most of the females. Both doors, the dashboard, the seats, the windshield glass and much of the floor was blasted out of that beautiful 1937 Horch. And the convertible roof was blown into twisted framing and canvas confetti. Fortunately, no one was hurt. But a few of the relative's elegant cars and limousines did get dinged by flying shrapnel. Hanan III said to Ferris Fox, "Son. You better go home...Go on home...Get out of here". Hanan III then approached Zander, asking him, "Didn't your mom and I tell you NEVER to go near those tanks?!" "Uhhhh...Ferris Fox made me do it", Zander replied. Then Hanan III began slapping Zander so hard, Daddy Rat's arm wrapped around himself on the forward swings, and Daddy Rat's arm went way out behind him on the backpaw swings. Hanan III's uncles; Chaim Iscelberg Rat and Martin Kaohl Rat, and his brother-in-law Herman Rostin Rat had to step in between Daddy Rat and Zander to stop Daddy Rat from hurting Zander really bad. Judith also called Ferris Fox's parents about the ordeal, and even included how it got her world class crystal goblets broken. "Do you have any idea how much those crystal goblets mean to my husband and I?...Well, do you?", Judith asked Ferris Fox's mom over the phone. "They were a wedding gift from my father-in-law who just passed away. The best crystal money could buy back then. You can't find those anymore. Now they're gone". Ferris' mom didn't have much to say but, "Oh I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Rat. We'll talk to our son about this. I'm really sorry". With Ferris' parents hearing about the flag, Ferris was to get a good stern talking to. But when they found out about the grenade, and the car being blown up, Ferris Fox was one little fox cub who got his ass lit up with a rubber strap. Needless to say, later in the day, when it came time to lay Hanan II to rest, everyone was still in an upset and agitated mood for the funeral. Not far from the graveside, Rabbi Squirrel reminded everyone what the proper customs were for a funeral, which Zander was not paying much attention to. After Hanan II's body was removed from the casket (the religion calls for direct burial of the dead) and laid into the grave, everyone took turns dropping three shovel fulls of dirt into the grave, with spade point down to signify "death onto life". Of course when it was Zander's turn, he flipped the first shovel full of dirt straight up off the shovel, holding the shovel horizontal, as almost everyone gasped in disbelief. "How would you like me to embarrass you out here?", Daddy Rat asked Zander. "Whaaat", Zander retorted. Then Rabbi Squirrel asked Zander, "You weren't listening to me a while ago, were you?" Then Rabbi Squirrel had to go through the customs with Zander all over again. Once Zander got THAT straight, and put the three shovel fulls of dirt into the grave like he was instructed to do, he then pawed the shovel over to his Cousin Matt. "Here. Take it", Zander said as Cousin Matt refused to take the shovel. "It's not done that way", Cousin Matt discretely told Zander. "Seeee? I'm not the ONLY screw up around here", Zander proudly boasted. Daddy Rat stepped in from behind and snatched the shovel away from Zander then stuck it into the ground. Then he gave Zander a hard, stern stare for a few seconds, during which time, Cousin Matt picked up the shovel to put in his three shovel fulls in the proper way. "You don't pass your mourning onto the next family member, Zander", Cousin Matt told Zander while sticking the shovel in the ground for the next family member. But what Cousin Matt explained to Zander went completely over Zander's head. For the rest of the candle days of Chanuka, and on through the eighth day, the Rat Family's observance went as well as it could be expected. A couple of weeks later, well into January of 1968, everyone went to the attorney for the reading of the late Hanan Iscelberg Rat II's Will and Last Testament. Hanan Iscelberg Rat III was designated as the executor of his dad's will, him being Hanan II's oldest surviving son. Chaim Iscelberg Rat was granted the position of head of the estate, him being the most elder surviving male directly related to the deceased (Hanan II's brother). That old, 1937 Horch, that was willed to Chaim, was pretty much deleted from the will...When the mechanics checked it out, they discovered that the percussion from that grenade Ferris Fox had found had bent the frame downward beyond repair. What was left to that car had to go to the junkyard. Zander also came along, as with the rest of the family, for the reading of the will, but the family was sorry he came. That was because during the reading of the will, Zander kept interrupting, "What do I get?! What do I get?!" Rabbi Squirrel was also present, and felt like he could put Zander through a wall. Finally, Daddy Rat had to take Zander into a restroom and show him what he gets...>SLAP<.

Two years later, the year 1970, President Nazztah Aardwolf, who some of the Iscelberg Rat males once had the honor of meeting, had passed away. The President who succeeded him was Ozwahn Civet. For almost a year after that, when a teacher at school would ask the class, "Class, Who is our president?", Zander would still jump up from his seat and answer, "Nazztah Aardwolf", followed by the class laughing at him.

Chapter 5. A Civet enters the Family Picture.

Shortly after dawn of March 27, 1971, the family received a phone call from Yarden and Shimrit in Cairo that Judith's mom, Pauline, had passed away in her sleep during the night. It was Hanan III who answered the phone, and Judith took the news really hard that her husband had to tell her. Yardin had told the family over the phone that Judith's dad was taking it hard as well. This was also four days before Zander's 13th birthday...his Bar-Mitzvah. However, the Bar-Mitzvah plans had to temporarily be put on hold for Pauline Rostin Rat's funeral plans. Two days later, Judith's mother's funeral went along smoothly without Zander flubba-dubbin it up. Quite expectedly though, there were a few times Zander acted like his Bar-Mitzvah should take priority over the needs of everyone else. But Daddy Rat had so much as told Zander, "You mess THIS funeral up, you'll have YOURS before you ever get to see your Bar-Mitzvah". March 30th was the day after Pauline Rat's funeral, and the day before Zander's Bar-Mitzvah. Plans in a day's advance had resumed for Zander's Bar-Mitzvah. The reading of Pauline Rat's will wasn't to be for another week yet. Finally, it was the morning of April 1st...the day of Zander Iscelberg Rat's Bat-Mitzvah. Shortly after sunrise, the family began a trip into El-Minya to get a few things they still need for the observance. "Well Zander. This is suppose to be a day in an adolescent's life where one becomes responsible for one's own actions", Daddy Rat informed Zander. "I'm hoping we see a difference". "Wow! I'm finally a GROWN UP rat", Zander Replied. "Only time will tell", sister Givol, then age 17, added. "Aww, Givol, give your brother a chance", Juduth told her daughter as the family got into the limousine they were taking that day, which was a brand new, high gloss black, 1971 Cadillac Fleetwood, stretch limo, with white interior. Once everyone was in, Yasin Genet closed the door for them, got into the driver's seat, cranked up the limo's powerful, 500 cubic inch V-8 engine, and the family was on their way to town. "I'm looking forward to meeting our older son's female friend", Judith mentioned as they entered onto the highway from the estate's elegant drive. "Hanan phoned me before we left", said Hanan III. "He and Joan should be leaving Cairo about now". For a few minutes, the four family members quietly enjoyed the scenery as they rode along the highway in that grand, spacious limousine, chauffeured by Yasin Genet, on their way to town. The silence was broken when Zander suddenly proclaimed, "I'm the Bar-Mitzvah boy today! Yessss!" "Ohhhh brother", Givol replied. "Zander, you're lucky your brother and his female friend are on their way down from Cairo", said Daddy Rat. "If he was riding with us, I'm sure he'd have something to say about THAT one". "Uh, something good?", Zander asked his dad. "Zander, I think it went a little over your head", Hanan III answered. Before long, the family arrived to the city of El-Minya. At a street intersection where they had to stop for a red light, an Oriental palm civet, who looked a bit ragged and unkempt, approached the right side window of the limo where the front seat is. Yasin Genet lowered the right side electric window, assuming the Civet wanted to ask for directions. "Sir, do you have any money you can spare so I could eat today?", the palm civet asked Yasin. Yasin didn't carry any money with him that trip, thus the civet had to hear the limo's driver tell him, "I'm sorry, but I have no money with me. I'd help if I could". The palm civet figured he new better than to inquire to the limo's elite passengers, and when the light turned green, the palm civet watched that big, long, shiny black, Cadillac limousine pull away. Not far past the intersection, Hanan III asked Yasin Genet via the limo's two way intercom, "Yasin, what did that palm civet want?". "Hur hur. Booze money I bet ya", Zander interrupted. "ZANDER, SHUT UP!", Daddy Rat retorted. "He had asked me for a sum of money, Sir", Yasin answered. "Appears he is trying to get something to eat". "Awww, Hanan", Judith compassionately exclaimed. "Seee? What did I tell ya", Zander wisecracked. "Zander, I'm warning you", Hanan III replied. Then Hanan III instructed their chauffeur, "Yasin. Turn the car around please. I wish to speak with him". "Very well, Sir", Yasin replied as he slowed the limo down and began looking for a place to turn around. "Whaaaaat!", Zander retorted. "This is MYYEEE Bar-Mit...". ZANDER! CRAM IT!", Hanan III interrupted his son. After Yasin Genet got the limo turned around, he pulled up to where the palm civet had already began walking down a sidewalk. Hanan III let the power window down of the limo's large, right rear door as Yasin bought the limo to a stop. "Hello there", Hanan III called to the palm civet. "Who...Me", The palm civet replied timidly. "Am I in trouble". "I just want to talk to you", Hanan III said from inside the limo. Judith leaned to the open window and assured the palm civet, "You're not in any trouble at all". "He outta be", Zander wisecracked. "Zander.! Again! I'm warning you!", Hanan III retorted. When the palm civet approached the limo, Hanan III asked, "Do have a place to stay...a home?" "I have a place a few streets that way", the palm civet answered and pointed. "I got nice little pallet and cardboard shelter I made back in an alley". "Awww, no", Judith sighed. "Then go back there!", Zander remarked. "Huh?", the palm civet asked. "Don't mind him", Hanan III advised the palm civet, then told Zander, "Just once more, and I'll embarrass you out on that sidewalk in front of everyone...Bar-Mitzvah or no Bar-Mitzvah. That got Zander's attention, and he shut his mouth...for a while anyway. "Would you like to come inside?", Hanan III asked the palm civet. "Well...Uh", the palm civet pondered. Yasin Genet then got out from the driver's seat of the limo, walked around to the right side, and opened the door for the palm civet. "Thank you, Yasin", said Hanan. "My pleasure, Sir", Yasin replied as the palm civet entered the limo. "I'm Hanan Iscelberg Rat the Third", Daddy Rat introduced himself, "This is my wife Judith..." "Hello", Judith greeted. Then Hanan III continued, "...My daughter Givol and my younger son Zander". "Pleased to meet you", Givol greeted. Zander simply pouted with a dirty look and with his arms folded. "I'm Rohj Civet", The civet introduced himself. "We also have an older son, Hanan the fourth", said Judith. "He and hid female friend are coming down from Cairo today. With the limo still parked, and it's right rear door still open with Yasin Genet standing near it, Hanan III and Judith talked with Rohj Civet a while. Through the conversation, the Rat Family found out that Rohj Civet was age 21, single, homeless and hadn't had much success finding work. They also found out that both of Rohj's parents had been deceased, and he has a sister who lives in a slum district of El-Minya. "She won't let you stay with her?", Judith asked. "Rohj answered, "She wants to. But her landlord doesn't allow apartment sharing. My sister almost got kicked out the last time her landlord caught her letting me stay there". "To think I thought Uncle Hebron can be a mean landlord", Givol said, referring to several complexes Hebron Rat owns in Luxor. "Well, let's not worry about that, Givol", Hanan III asked his daughter. Hanan then mentioned, "Rohj. I have another chauffeur who has faithfully been with the family for thirty five years. He pretty soon wants to retire". "Hasam Fox", Judith added. "I can use a chauffeur when he retires", Hanan III asked. "Our estate has live in quarters for our hired servants...Or they can choose to get their own place to go to when they are off duty. And I do pay my servants well". "You'll never have to live in a cardboard hut again", Judith assured Rohj Civet. "I would like that very much. Thank you", Rohj answered. "I've never chauffeured a limousine before though". "My chauffeur here, Yasin, can teach you what you need to know.", Hanan III assured Rohj as Yasin Genet nodded in agreement. "So what do say", Judith asked Rohj. "Yes I'd like to. Thank you all very much", Rohj Civet answered, accepting the offer. "We're ready to go, Yasin", Hanan III said. "Very well, Sir", Yasin said as he closed the limo's door. "WE'RE PICKING UP A BUM ON MY BAR-MITZVAH!?", Zander protested. "HE'S NOT EVEN CIRCUMCIIIIIEEZZZED! EEWWUUUOOO!". "THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!", Daddy Rat snapped at Zander. As Yasin Genet got in behind the wheel, Hanan called on the limo's intercom, "Hold on a minute, Yasin. I got a little situation to deal with". "Yes, Sir", Yasin replied as he held off from cranking the engine. Hanan III opened the door of the limo, yanked Zander off his seat, took him out onto the sidewalk and slapped him across the face several times in plain view and in the presents of pedestrians and occupants of passing vehicles. As Daddy Rat was getting Zander back into the limo, Daddy Rat told Zander, "I guess THIS is how you like to have your Bar-Mitzvah". Once they were inside, Judith told Zander, "Now you owe Rohj an apology". Zander sat quiet for a few seconds, then sarcastically said, "SORRRREEEE!". "I guess that's the best you're going to get from him", Givol told Rohj. "Oh, it's OK", Rohj replied. "Actually, it's not OK, Rohj. But I'll deal with him when we get home", said Hanan III. Hanan then told Yasin Genet, "We're ready to go now". "Very well, Sir", Yasin replied as he started up that big Cadillac limousine, and they were on their way. There were a couple of stops to be made in town before heading back to the estate, which Zander didn't dare give anymore trouble. Upon arrival to the grand, elegant, Iscelberg Rat Family Estate, Rohj was in awe over how beautiful it was, and over the size of the magnificent palace mansion, which easily stood 90 feet in height, with it's wide 2nd and 3rd story balconies "This is your new home, Rohj", Hanan III said as Yasin Genet continued chauffeuring them in the limousine to the steps of the grand veranda that lead to the main, 12 foot high, 8 foot wide, double door entrance, and spacious foyer of the palace. As Yasin opened the door of the limo for everyone to exit, and when Rohj Civet had his first look at the inside of the estate palace, with it's granite and solid marble walls and floor, 18 foot high cathedral ceilings with it's massive crystal and brass chandeliers, and extravagant furniture of the likes he had never seen before, that pallet and cardboard hut he had been living in now seemed like a distant, long faded memory. Of the 24 + acres the three story palace sat on, the palace alone easily occupied enough land surface to make a large size department store seem pale by comparison. It was at that time, Rohj was introduced to the rest of the family, and to the other hired servants. By then, Hanan IV and his female friend Joan had arrived from Cairo. This was also the first time the family was introduced to Joan Seigler Rat. When Rohj had the first decent bath he has had in a long time, he was impressed how the bathroom, with it's solid marble walls and floor, and extravagant fixtures, was larger than the living rooms in any houses he'd ever been in. Rohj even took notice that the bathroom was even larger than his sister's entire studio apartment unit in that slum district where she lives in El-Minya...And the palace had more than just 'one' of those bathrooms. And the towels were so plush, so thick, so soft. Rohj was also given a good meal which consisted of extravagant quality beyond anything he has ever had. "I didn't know food THIS good even existed", Rohj thought. As for Zander's Bar-Mitzvah, Zander had set such a shitty mood among the family from his own actions earlier that day, his Bar-Mitzvah went mediocre and sort of scrappy at best. It wasn't really that much of an enjoyable event. And not even Rabbi Squirrel, who was by now getting up in age, fully enjoyed it...But, oh well, it was a Bar-Mitzvah. That's about all that could have been said for it.

In the months to follow, Rohj Civet picked up well on the things Yasin Genet taught him about the profession of chauffeuring. And Husam Fox retired with a good retirement pension the family promised him for 35 years of faithful service as one of their chauffeurs. Rohj Civet also demonstrated an unwavering loyalty to the Iscelberg Rat Family above and beyond that of the other hired servants. For that, Hanan III was very grateful, and taught Rohj things about investing in corporate shares and in real estate, and in other investment strategies, including secrets about the stock market that only the elite animals know. These were things that, typically, only the family members and other elite are allowed to have knowledge of. Those things are never taught to just anyone. The only stipulation Hanan III asked of Rohj though, was that Rohj had to give his solemn word that he would never pass that information onto other common class animals. And with the investment knowledge that Hanan III taught Rohj, plus the generous pay Rohj received as a chauffeur, it didn't take long for Rohj Civet to begin acquiring some wealth...nowhere near the wealth the Rat Family has, by even the furthest stretch of the imagination. But Rohj Civet was by no means 'poor'. Rohj was even able to help his sister to get out of that awful slum section she had been living in, and into a nice place to live in a better part of town. In the summer of that year, one of the maids, who was also a young, Oriental palm civet, named Sarah, got to know Rohj very well. Toward the end of Summer, Sarah and Rohj fell in love, and were eventually married. Even though Rohj and Sarah were not of the Jewish faith, they did agree to let Rabbi Squirrel conduct the wedding ceremony for them...But the question of getting circumcised never arose. Rohj Civet would have refused to have it done anyway had Rabbi Squirrel asked. Rohj and Sarah Civet had also considered purchasing a nice little house of their own, which of course would mean being on call from time to time when needed...However they would still spend much of their off time in the luxurious residential quarters provided by the family. In contrast to what Rohj Civet had earlier that year, this was a whole new way of life.

Around the end of August, there was a bit of bad news, but not within the family. Hanan III had lost a Saudi Arabian business associate, Yomin Genet VI, in a really bad limousine wreck. This also proved to be a good opportunity for Yasin Genet to make mention to Rohj Civet about how important safety is when you get in behind the wheel of one of the limousines. According to stories the family heard of the accident, Yomin Genet, his wife Marcie and his cub son Yomin VII were riding at high speed one evening, along one of those Saudi Arabian, open desert highways that have no speed limit, in their chauffeured Cadillac limousine just like the one Hanan III has. Hanan III had always known that Yomin Genet use to like having his chauffeur run a limo on those lone desert highways as fast as it can go. From the testimony of the driver of a slow moving truck they passed, their chauffeur lost control of the limo at what looked to be 230 kmh (140 mph) when the limo's right wheels hit the sandy shoulder of the highway, from over-steering after passing the slow moving truck. The limo crashed forward then sideways into a palm tree grove, tearing the limo into three pieces, throwing out the engine, sheering off several palm trees, and killing everyone in the limo including the chauffeur. The truck driver reported watching a section of the limo fly airborne down the highway, five feet above the pavement. The family was also told of a statement from the truck driver, "As fast as they were going, they had to been holding it wide open coming down the highway".

Chapter 6. Zander Rat, a Jerk and a Creep

During the last quarter of 8th grade, a month after Zander turned 14, he got the notion in his mind he wanted to try his paw at being a school bully. That didn't go over so well with Zander's fellow students as there were no bullies in that school and no one cared for it either. Zander didn't have the nerve to pick on anyone, except for one student. He was a Malagasy civet named Hassar. Zander picked Hassar out to torment and harass because Hassar was born somewhat mentally challenged and was not a good fighter. The rest of the students were appalled at Zander for it, and thought what Zander began doing to Hassar really stunk on ice. Zander all along thought he was being considered bad ass cool by everyone, until several students ganged up and began beating Zander with every inch of his life. Then they told Hassar, "If you ever get any more trouble from Zander Rat again, just let us know and we'll take care of it for you". That afternoon, after school, several other students beat Zander bad enough to put him in a hospital for three days. Needless to say, Zander was a bully for only five minutes before his fellow students quickly put a stop to it. Hassar always knew he had good friends, and it became apparent that day. Zander's family didn't care for those ways much either. Especially his older brother Hanan IV, who would get really angry with Zander over it. But Zander was family, and they say blood's thicker than water.

As a teen, Zander seemed like he had no sense of responsibility, and couldn't be relied on for anything. He'd invite friends over to his dad's estate for parties, and leave several rooms of the estate in a major mess, and with things broken, for the house servants to clean up. In early June of 1972, a week after graduating 8th grade, Zander and his friends got into Daddy's wine cellar, got drunk on Daddy Rat's 'illegal' wine, and made a game of swatting at fish in the Nile River with expensive tennis racquets and ruining them...Oh well, Daddy will buy new ones.

However, Zander's siblings had more positive ambitions in life. Hanan IV had begun college, gotten married to Joan Seigler Rat (now Joan Iscelberg Rat), and he and Joan were already expecting a cub. Sister Givol had graduated high school that year, and was going steady with a male friend, Joseph Finnbecker Rat.

On a few occasions Zander would take a boat out, and when he returned it to the boat house, he did not secure it. One of Daddy's speed boats Zander let drift away was hit by another boat eleven hours later, totaling both boats, during the night, further down the Nile. Later in the summer vacation from school of 1972, Zander and some friends took Daddy's yacht out on the Nile without Daddy's permission or knowledge of it. Zander's unruly crew included an assortment of, a male mongoose with blue and green fur dye down his back and tail, wearing lots of gold jewelery. And there was a female jackal with several pierce rings in her ears, lower lip and three in the right side of her pussy with a heart tattoo on the left side. Then there was a male linsang with the fur on top of his head dyed fluorescent pink and a peirce ring in his toungue and one in the end of his genital sheath. There was the female rat with a snowflake tattoo on her nose. And her fiancee, a male rat with a nose ring and a jingle bell pierced through the end of his tail. Then there was Ferris fox. He was a real work of art by this time. He had rings pierced down both ears, one in a toe on his left foot, three in his chin, and he had the hair on top his head trained out to be long with it partly hanging in his face and dyed lime green, and wore several long gold necklaces. Ferris fox was the fox who when he was circumcised his penis was not lined up before he was stitched leaving his penis rotated laying over to it's left side. By now, Ferris Fox also had a rose tattoo covering the face of the penis head, and a ring pierced in the head. All these anthro animal youth friends of Zander either lied about their age to get their tattoos and pierces, or some knew an artist who was willing to hook them up for a price. The only thing that stopped Zander from getting any of that stuff is that he knew Daddy would beat the shit out of him for it. The fox bought along a bag of weed aboard Daddy Rat's yacht, making him the most popular, for that day, among that crazy crew. Zander and his friends partied hardy out on Daddy Rat's yacht, cruising up and down the Nile, running the yacht stoned and reckless and everyone having multiple partner sex out on the deck. After everyone had their day of fun in the sun, the stoned, motley crew bought Daddy Rat's yacht back, and Zander did not secure it. "Ha ha ha...Uhh...Shouldn't you tie it back up?", the fox asked him as he swayed around stoned. "Nah...Eh...The butler will get it.", Zander replied half stoned. Twelve days later, Hanan Rat the III's yacht was found adrift in the Mediterranean Sea off the coast of Israel, with a quarter bag of dope aboard. Hanan reported it stolen the day it drifted off. And Zander denyed to his parents any wrong doing. Zander also acted like a smart ass jerk toward the estate's domestic hired help, considering them substandard to his family and himself. The rest of the family, however, treated them with decency and respect. When Zander was 15, his older brother Hanan IV, then age 22, beat the shit out of Zander, literally, for sexually molesting and injuring a 12 year old male cousin, causing him to be sterile for the rest of his life. Hanan IV would not allow Mae Mongoose, one of the maids, to clean up the crap off the floor Hanan literally beat out of his younger brother, Zander. Hanan forced Zander to clean up his own shit instead. Zander's parents later took Zander to see a shrink over the incident. At that time, Hanan IV was already married to his wife, Joan, and with a daughter, Wanda. And Givol was pregnant from her husband, Joseph Finnbecker Rat. Out of concern for their little ones, it was made crystal clear to Zander Rat, that he would get every bone in his body broken if he dared to come anywhere near his nieces and nephews before they became adults. And when Givol's cub was born, it was a male, Joey Finnbecker Rat Jr. Eight days later, Zander Rat was forbidden to attend little Joey junior's circumcision ceremony, as observed by the family at the estate of Hanan III and Judith. As with all other male members of the family, both inner and outer sheaths (one sheath inside the other that rats have) covering the head of little Joey Junior's penis was removed, resulting in full exposure. The entire family attended Joey Junior's circumcision, but it was off limits to Zander.

About two months later, Hanan III and Judith invited the family over to the estate for a swimming pool party. Hanan IV, with his wife Joan and one year old daughter Wanda had come down from their estate in Cairo to attend. Givol, with her husband Joey Sr. and two month old son Joey Jr. came up from Luxor, where they had at this time acquired a beautiful, Nile, riverfront estate. And many other family relatives were there as well. The estate swimming pool is an in-ground pool larger in size than an Olympic size pool. But instead of it being of a simple rectangular shape, it is irregular in shape with features like little lagoons and a couple of peninsulas. The pool even has an island in it, 20 feet across, with a mini gazebo and landscaping. The rear of the palace has an indentation that forms a large, spacious, inward, three sided veranda, surrounding the west end of the pool. During the pool party, Hanan III invited his hired servants to spend some time with their cubs at the pool with the Rat Family...mostly out of Hanan III's generosity to the servants, but a little out of because Hanan III knew that always irritates Zander. Lately, Zander had been disrespecting the servants again, and it was Daddy Rat's way getting the best of Zander for it. Rohj Civet, with his wife Sarah and their one and a half year old son Zeke Civet were also at the pool party. Zander of course was also there, and keeping his distance from the family cubs like he had been warned to do months earlier...Zander wasn't looking forward to having 'every bone in his body broken'. Little Zeke Palm Civet was sitting in the water up to his waist, on the steps leading into the west end of the pool in the palace's rear inward veranda. "Ooooo! He he he he!", little Zeke Civet let out. Zohar, a five year old cub of one of Hanan III's cousins, came over to see what little Zeke was giggling about. "What is it little fella?", little Zohar Rat asked little Zeke Civet, as Zeke giggled again pointed down between his legs. Zeke Civet's little penis was poking out of sheath first time and sticking it's little, pointy nose head up out of the water. "Oh wow! Pee-dee-wees CAN can come out of their sheath!", little Zohar Rat exclaimed, as he himself being circumcised, just now found out. Everyone giggled and chuckled as many of those present watched Zeke Civet's little penis poking up out of the water. Rohj and Sarah came over to see their son's penis poking out for the first time. "Awww, it a CUTE little pee-wee-do", Givol said as Zeke smiled up at her and Joey Sr. "Just like Daddy's, but smaller", Sarah Civet said, as her and Rohj smiled to each other. Hanan III's uncle Chaim looked at Zeke Civet's penis, and commented as everyone laughed, "Well, right now, he looks like a little Jewish animal. His pee-wee-do is showing us his little head". "Looks like it has little barbs behind it's head", said Joey Rat Sr. "That's because we're palm civets", Rohj Civet added. "It's built that way on us". Zander, who was standing at the rear patio doors under the veranda, began his approach toward Zeke, who was still sitting in the water with his back toward Zander. "Let ME see! Let ME see!", Zander called out as he continued his approach to Zeke Civet. "That's far enough, Zander! Stop right there!", Hanan III called out as Zander halted in his tracks. "I ain't allowed to see it?", Zander stood there and protested. "Remember the warning we gave you a few months ago about staying away from these cubs?", Hanan III reminded Zander. "And when I beat the shit out of you?", Hanan IV added. Then Zander said, "But...but...but I thought that only went for the family cubs". "It goes for the cubs of these servants also", Hanan III informed Zander. "Uhhh, since when was THAT added?", Zander retorted. "Since NOW!", Hanan III replied. By now, everyone was staring at Zander as he was making quite a scene. "He's going to ruin this party before it's over with", Joan Rat said to her husband Hanan IV. "But...I never seen a Palm Civet pee-wee-do before", Zander further retorted. Rohj Civet, who had till now never back-talked a Rat Family member, exclaimed to Zander, "Maybe you don't have a need to be seeing one". Zander, standing 12 feet from Rohj, mouthed off at Rohj, "Goyem! Slave!", then began storming on his way back inside, slapping his feet on the veranda floor. "THAT'S UNCALLED FOR!", Hanan III hollered as everyone was still gasping and murmuring over Zander's remark to Rohj. "YEAAAA, ROHJ! THAT'S UNCALLED FOR!", Zander retorted, thinking his dad's reprimand was directed at Rohj. "NO! YOU, ZANDER! FROM YOU! THAT'S UNCALLED FOR!", Daddy Rat made himself clear. "ROHJ HAD EVERY RIGHT TELLING YOU WHAT HE SAID TO YOU!". "Now you owe Rohj an apology", Zander's mom, Judith, demanded. "You owe EVERYONE an apology", Hanan III told Zander. Zander just stood there at first, defiantly refusing to give the apology. Then Hanan IV told Zander, "How would you like to be cleaning up your own shit out here too, after I beat it out of you". Zander then announced, reluctantly and with disdain, "SORRY!", then stormed back inside, loudly slapping his feet all the way back into the palace. "Well, Looks like Zander's going to miss out on the rest of the party", said Givol. "Let him", Hanan IV replied. For everyone else, the pool party went along very enjoyably for the remainder of the day.

Chapter 7. Zander Gets a Mopar

Zander had no appreciation for the things his parents would by for him either. In June of 1974, two months after Zander turned 16, his dad bought for him a 1971 Plymouth Hemi Barracuda that Zander wanted http://youtube.com/watch?v=wGXvKzKfHrw and http://youtube.com/watch?v=Mpf8lGt9gs0 .* It was a three year old car at the time, and had been seized from it's original owner in a drug raid. It was lime green, with the "billboard" style quarter panel decals, "shaker" style hood scoop, rear spoiler, and it had set of aftermarket blacked out mags. Uncle Louie Rat, being a car dealer / car broker, and had connections with those who were able to locate one, and get it in from the U.S. Louie Rat had to pull some real strings to make that one happen. Zander didn't have it long before he was racing up and down the highway in competition with his motley friend's cars, showing off and seeing how hard he can push it. Zander had the car for only a month when he was out cruising with his green haired fox friend, Ferris, riding along (the one with the rose tattoo you know where), who bought along a few joints for him and Zander to toke on. Even though the laws against marijuana use is rarely enforced in Egypt, it still wasn't exactly a smart move on the part of Ferris Fox and Zander Rat to be cruising in a car down the highway while stoned. "Heeyy...How do you like it?!", Zander asked as they were crusing along at 160 kph (100 mph) down a stretch of desert highway, both of them half stoned, and playing one of Ferris Fox's British punk rock, 8-trac tapes, "Blast - Damned Flame", so loud it would just about run anyone out of the car. http://youtube.com/watch?v=llaDswZVdLY . Ferris Fox would occasionally play air guitar with a joint hanging out of his mouth as they sped down the highway with the 8-trac player blasting away. "Wow!...Awesome ride! Never seen a cool car like this!", Ferris Fox eventually replied, then taking a toke off of a joint. "Hu hu...Probably the only car like it in Egypt", said Zander. "My Uncle Louie got it...from the U.S. There's lot's of these kind-a cars over there". Ferris noticed the speedometer, then told Zander, "Hey...Heeyy, Zander, Your speedometer is waaayyy off, or I'm real stoned. We're going a lot faster than 100 kilometers per hour". "Hu hu hu hu hu", Zander laughed. "What's so funny?", Ferris laughed as he passed the joint to Zander. "Hu hu hu...It's in miles per hour, not kilometers", Zander replied. "My dad told me to be careful with it. Hu hu. He said a speedometer like this can fool you". "Oh oh oh! Ferris! Get the owner's manual out of the glove compartment and read it". Zander said to Ferris. "Hu hu...It's really loopie". Ferris did as Zander had told him to do. "Woaha wow yo hey! How can anyone read THIS?!", retorted Ferris as he, at first, held the manual up side down, until he noticed the pictorial illustrations. "Hu hu hu hu", Zander laughed, "It's sure not written in Arabic script that WE can read, is it? That's the way they write over in the west". "Craaazzzy", Ferris replied as he put the manual back away. "Hey! Ferris! Wana see what this car can do?!" Zander asked exuberantly. "Go for it", replyed Ferris. Zander downshifted from 4th to 3rd and floored it. The two motley friends were thrilled by the hard acceleration. Then Zander threw it into 4th, barking the tires, as he held the twin, four barrel carburetors wide open. "Ferris, you ever seen anything this fast before?" Zander asked as he got it up to 160 miles per hour. "Ha ha ha ha ha...Wow! Awesome!...No I haven't, Zander. This is really cruisin' ", replied Ferris Fox. "Uhh...Watch what it can really do", said Zander as he continued holding the throttle wide open, trying to wrench every bit of the 427 horse power he could get out of it, the engine buzzing like a chain saw motor, as the speedometer had gone long past it's numbers, going on to where 170 would be. "Heyo. Uhh. Zander, I 'm not too stoned to see you're red lining this thing. You're gona blow it up", Ferris told Zander. "It's OK, Ferris. I know what this car can do", Zander replied. BOOM went the engine, blowing apart at 170 miles per hour, and locking up so hard, the transmission shattered. Gears, bent shafts, synchronizer parts and chunks of clutch housing and transmission casing went tumbling down the road, and the drive shaft tore loose and flew out from under the car. Oil smoke trailed behind like the contrail of a rocket. "Woah! What the Fuck! Like...End of ride!", Ferris Fox exclaimed, with a smoking joint still hanging out of his mouth, as Zander's car began it's coast from 170 down to 0. Zander could only say, "Huuuhhh?" as he was still stearing the coasting disabled car. "I told you, Zander. You were gona blow it up", Ferris reminded him after the car stopped, and as the two of them, sharing their last joint, began their long walk to anything resembling civilization. They were both so stoned, Zander never turned off the ignition and took the keys with him, and Ferris Fox forgot his 8-trac tape. As they abandoned the car, the 8-trac player continued to play the loud punk rock music Zander and Ferris had been listening to before the car's engine blew up.

Chapter 8. Other Cars Daddy Bought for Zander

A few weeks later, Uncle Louie found a 1970 BMW 2800 at a dealer auction http://youtube.com/watch?v=UO1iWY-abkU .* Louie Rat heard about Zander blowing up his Hemi Barracuda back in the end of June, so Louie bidded on the BMW and got it for Zander. It was a 2nd owner repo, in pristine condition, cream color with seats upholstered with a material similar to soft leather. Zander had it for about three weeks, then he set it on fire on the side of the highway, and made up a story, an electrical short under the dash caused the fire. Zander did so because it wasn't a car he really liked, and he figured Daddy would get him different one. And Zander figured right. Believing the "under the dash fire" story, Daddy asked his brother Louie to locate another car for Zander. Zander said he would like to have a Porsche, so that's what Louie kept a look out for.

However, Louie had to hold off locating that Porsche for a while. Around 11:00 in the morning of August 16th, 1974, the family had received a phone call from Yarden and Shimrit in Cairo that Judith's dad, Gan, had passed away at age 89 of a sudden heart attack. While the family was in the process of making arrangements to have Gan Rostin Rat's body transported to El-Minya where the rest of the family's deceased are buried, Zander kept bugging everyone, "Hey! when is Uncle Louie gonna find that Porsche I want?". Everyone had to constantly remind Zander, "Your Mother's dad had just passed away, and all you're worried about is wanting a car". Even during the funeral, Zander has asked Louie at Gan's graveside, "Uhhh, Uncle Louie. How 'bout my car?" If looks could kill, the looks the family gave Zander would have dropped him dead on the spot. Louie then pulled Zander aside and sternly told him, "Look, Zander. It might not mean anything YOU. But that's the body of my sister-in-law's father in that grave. I have a good mind to never locate another car for you again". Needless to say, Zander's mom, Judith, was extremely angry at Zander. After the funeral, Judith, still with tears in her eyes over the loss of her dad, scorned Zander, "It's all about you you you, isn't it?! No one else but you, Zander! You just don't give a shit!". The week after Gan Rat's funeral was the reading of his will and last testament. Even during the reading of the will, Zander remarked, "Uhhh...You know I'm still without a car...Right?". Attorney Edwin Weasle, who was reading the will to the family had to pause, and tell Zander, "Zander, please. We're trying to conduct the reading of you late grand father's will. OK?" Louie almost decided then to never locate another car for Zander ever again, but thought it over and still decided to continued to locate that Porsche Zander wanted.

Two weeks later, in early September, here comes Uncle Louie, driving up to the estate, in a Shiny red 1973 Porshe 911 Carrera http://youtube.com/watch?v=vgCvaKj5rYo http://youtube.com/watch?v=AaiE05WlZzE.* Louie blows the Porshe's fancy horn, and when everyone comes outside, he announces, "Here's Zander's car!", as he gives the horn another blast. http://youtube.com/watch?v=xxXbpaBYB6c . "Oh boy, oh boy!", exclaimed Zander as he was like a cub on Christmas morning. While Zander's dad was paying Louie for the car, Zander hopped in and took off with it. He never thanked Daddy or Uncle Louie. And never asked Louie if he needed a ride home. Zander simply sped on out of the estate's long, elegant drive then down the highway in his newly acquired Porsche, wanting to see how fast it can go. The following year, Zander, then age 17, wanted to get more performance out of that Porsche. Zander had heard some myths about aviation gasoline, and thought he'd like to try it. There was a small municipal airport about 40 minutes drive from the estate. Zander's dad owned a Cessna twin engine plane, a Lear private passenger jet and several vintage air crafts at the airport, so Zander knew the fuel attendants there. When Zander explained what he wanted to do, the attendants, both of them bears, tried to talk him out of it, and told him he would ruin the engine. Zander dissagreed with them, and insisting for 20 minutes that he heard airplane gas makes a car run better. So how do you argue with a know-it-all? The two bears finally went ahead and let Zander "fill 'er up". As Zander filled the tank, various species of other anthro-animals stood around and gawked at Zander Rat like he must have lost his mind. One of the bears shrugged his shoulders and said, "We tried to tell him". "Wow! This gas DOES make it run stronger", said Zander as he sped away from the airport on a full tank of aviation fuel. And it did run better. That Porsche went screaming down the highway like it never had before. About 12 kilometers down the highway, Zander heard a "poop-pop" sound come from the engine as he continued speeding along. "Hmm. Must need a tune up", Zander said to himself. Then the engine started started more popping, sounding, "rrrrrrrrrr pop rrrr poop rrrrrrrrrrrr poop pop pow rrrr bang rrr pop pop rr pop bang boom pow", as it began blowing thick white smoke out of the exhaust. Then Zander's Porsche rapidly began loosing power, as it sounded like a string of lit firecrackers going off and would barely run. Finally, it quit running all together. Zander, stranded on the side of the highway, attempted to restart the car, but it would only crank and not fire over. Zander finally ran the battery dead trying for 15 minutes to get it started. There were no cell phones in the year 1975. So Zander had to get out and start walking. A binturong in a Volkswagon stopped by and gave Zander a ride to the estate. Zander didn't even thank the binturong. In fact, Zander acted like the binturong owed him that ride. After Daddy Rat had Zander's Porsche towed to a repair garage, the mechanic, Charlie Weasel, who's expertise was exotic cars, who tore down the engine to Zander's Porsche, told Zander's dad that every valve in the engine was burnt with two of them burnt down to only a stem, four of the pistons had holes burnt in the tops of them with the top completely gone on another piston, the cylinder walls scored, and both heads and an exhaust manifold was cracked from excessive heat. The engine couldn't be rebuilt. It had to be replaced. Daddy went ahead and gave the OK to put a new engine in the car, being that he felt Zander didn't know better about putting aviation fuel in an automobile. Zander questioned why that gas didn't work in a car if it will work in an airplane. "You see what airplane fuel did to your car don't you?", Charlie Weasel told Zander Rat. "But what stops it from burning up an airplane?", Zander retorted. "An airplane is designed for it. A car is not", Charlie tried to tell Zander as Charlie was getting short on patience. "But then what made it burn up the motor in my car?", Zander continued. "YOU STUPID FOOL JACK ASS! CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT SOMEONE IS TRYING TO TELL YOU?!", Charlie shouted at Zander. "That doesn't answer my question", said Zander. "I guess you think you know more than this mechanic does, I suppose", Zander's dad told his son. "Thank you", Charlie told Zander's dad. Zander shut his mouth after that. Four days after the Porsche was repaired, Zander was showing off with it, to his linsang friend, who was riding in the car with him. Zander lost control of the car and crashed it, totaling the car out. Zander busted his nose on the stearing wheel and had to be treated at the hospital. And his linsang freind had his parents try to sue Zander's dad by faking an injury. Zander graduated in Class of 1976. Zander's dad had gotten Hanan IV and Givol expensive brand new cars of their choice as a graduation present back when they had completed school back in the years of 1969 and 1972, and Zander was to be no different. Zander's car of choice was a 1976 Ferrari 512, in red http://youtube.com/watch?v=fGg0VvaYoZ4 http://youtube.com/watch?v=dshb4_cZoTM .* The day Zander graduated, Daddy pawed the keys to a brand new, 1976, red, Ferrari 512 over to his son Zander. Zander can really burn up the highway with that one. Three months after Zander had the Ferrari, he loaned it to a civet freind who totaled it at over 355 kilometers per hour, literally tearing the car into fiery chunks and fragments, getting himself instantly killed and learning a hard lesson he'll never live to remember that a car is not a play toy. The civet's parents began filing a big law suit against Zander's dad, Hanan III, for the loss of their son, but instead, accepted an out of court settlement for five million pounds, Hanan had offered them. Admitting that five million pounds will not bring their son back, Hanan III offered his condolences toward the Civet Family. The family's attorney advised them that Hanan's generous offer was way more than what they would have walked away with had they followed through with the law suit. Hanan III replaced Zander's totaled out Ferrari with a 1970 Datsun, 180B...in the 4 door hatchback version...Ugly looking car, and a slow one at that. http://youtube.com/watch?v=CLmpJ_QfGak . Daddy didn't mind getting Zander the car, but he was through getting Zander cars that are costly and nice. And anymore fast cars for Zander were out of the question also. Hebron Rat, who was by that time a district attorney in El-Minya, told His brother, Hanan III, "Keeping fast cars out of the paws of Zander is the smartest move anyone can make. Take Zander - enter a fast car into the equation - it's a disaster and a liability waiting to happen".

Chapter 9. Zander Steals From the Shriners...Anonymously known as the Rotary Club

Now that Zander was graduated, Zander's dad taught Zander about the family's real estate business. Hanan Rat III also showed his son "the ropes" of bidding on tax foreclosed homes, acquiring rental property and how to squeeze the the most money out of tenants. "This is where the real school begins, Son", Hanan would tell Zander when he taught him those investment secrets to acquiring more wealth, and the dos and don'ts about corporate share holding, and other secrets of how the rich get richer. Those are the illuminati secrets that are usually not revealed to just anyone. However, one thing Daddy Hanan could never get Zander interested in was the European Classical, Polka and Yiddish style music like the rest of the family listened to. http://youtube.com/watch?v=kmzbTo14uos - http://youtube.com/watch?v=VqxAIFehNj0 - http://youtube.com/watch?v=jOKnUKIZ_Kc - http://youtube.com/watch?v=SNmpkeY41xA - http://youtube.com/watch?v=6MA3Rbd2Kww . However, Zander, along with his motley friends he always hung out with, were into British punk rock music whenever they could get their paws on 8-trac and cassette tapes that had those recordings. In Egypt, that kind of music was hard to come by because it was frowned upon by Egyptian mainstream society in those days. Zander's family members, as well as the servants and other hired help, referred to it as "noise" instead of music. http://youtube.com/watch?v=WMql1o5by8Q . When ever Daddy Hanan would get tired of hearing it, he would give a house servant, or the chauffeur, a pay bonus to collect Zander's tapes while he was away, take them far away, and dispose of them as they saw fit. When Zander could not find his tapes, he would assume that he had misplaced them, or that some of his motley friends walked off with them. Everyone knew when Zander discovered some of his tapes missing. They could hear him throwing stuff around in his room looking for them.

Speaking of music, Egypt adopted a new national anthem in 1979. The Rat Family watched live coverage of the presentation of a revised change to the national flag that President Ozwahn Civet authorized that replaced the two green stars with an image of an eagle, along with Egypt's new anthem being played. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9vln4G_Ic8&spfrelo... The lyrics in each chorus of the new anthem would start with "Bilady Bilady Bilaa-aady" (My country My country My couu-untry). At that time, there were many animals who questioned "WHO'S country?"..."WHO can say MY country?" Does it depend on religious faith? Does it depend on animal species? Does it even depend on income and social status? And why a new anthem? Those questions did invoke a feeling of ominous concern. The day the revised flag was first raised up the flagpole, the new anthem played over car radios, on the televisions in the appliance stores, on the radios and TVs in animals homes and businesses, and anywhere else the broadcast could be heard. In a hardware store, Jhi and Nirina Fossa, with their then 6 year old son Chad, along with the store's owner, listened with concern to it playing on the radio in the store. Chigaru Aardwolf and his wife to be, Shelia, watched it on TV, feeling a sense of uncertainty, at an ice cream and coffee parlor. Carl Bear and his customers heard it over the radio in his corner grocery store. Other animals heard it on their car radios as they drove along the streets of El-Minya. The Iscelberg Rat Family, along with some of their servants, watched the first raising of the revised flag at their home on their wall size, cinema screen television. But President Ozwhan Civet assured everyone in his national public address broadcasts that "Bilady Bilady Bilady" meant that every male, female and cub of every animal species living in Egypt had every right to call Egypt "My country". And in the days that followed, Ozwhan Civet had promised to improve relations between Egypt and Israel, and to promote peace in the Middle East...which was especially a great encouragement to the Iscelberg Rats.

Like with Zander's and Daddy Rat's different choices of music, there was another issue where Zander and Daddy were on opposite pages. It was when one of Hanan's business associates, a makak named Omar, invited Zander to come along with him to the U.S. and visit the Bohemian Grove, located in a state they call California. Omar Makak is a member of the club, and Zander once told his dad, with gleeful joy, how much he would love to go with Omar to visit the grove and participate in the homage ceremony to the great stone owl, Moloch. Hanan warned his son, "If you even so much as go near that grove, you'll no longer be allowed to return to this estate ever again". Omar Makak had tried to get Hanan to become a Bohemian Club member. But Hanan made it clear to Omar, that although the Iscelberg Rat Family are among the elite Illuminaties, they would have nothing to do with the Bohemian Club. Hanan III always had his mind firmly made up that the things that go on in that grove are of evil doing.

As for Zander settling with a female and starting a family, Zander had only dysfunctional relationships during his early adult years. Some were marriage, and some were live in arrangements, which most of those relationships turned violent, with tempers flying, lamps and other objects being thrown against the walls and at each other...and none lasted for more than a few months. During the earlier relationships, Zander and his bride at the time lived at the estate. But when things started getting busted up at the family estate during those big fights between Zander and his 6th, about to be divorced wife, it was decided that Zander and his mate had to move out. Daddy Rat bought a five acre estate with a nice mansion on it, on the outskirts of El-Minya, for Zander and his present wife...That way, they could bust IT up instead of the family estate. Shortly after Zander and his wife moved into the mansion that Hanan III bought for them, they got their divorce. Only a few months after the divorce, Zander was again married to another wife...wife #7. And with that marriage, like all the other marriages, that marriage also turned ugly in less than a month. There was fighting, screaming, hollering and smashing up stuff. One night, Zander began beating on his wife with the leg of a chair that had just gotten busted to pieces. Zander's wife managed to lock herself in a room and call the police and had Zander arrested. But the following morning, Daddy posted bail to get Zander out of jail (the zoo). And Zander's Uncle Hebron, being the district attorney of the Governoate of Minea, had all domestic assault charges against Zander dismissed. When Zander returned to his and his wife's estate, he found a huge pile of still smoldering ashes where a large, wood frame mansion had stood the night before. During the night, when Zander was sitting in jail, his wife set the mansion on fire, then went back home to Mamma. Zander could only look at the smoldering remains and say, "Uhhhh...It burned dooowwwwnnn". It wasn't long after that, Zander and his wife got a speedy divorce. Then Zander Rat moved back home with Mommy and Daddy in the Icelberg Rat Estate. Zander Rat would always for the rest of his life, place the blame of the failures of all his marriages on, "Those stupid bitches who wouldn't get along with me". From that time on, Zander never got married again. And out of all seven of his relationships during those two years, which were all virtual train wrecks, Zander fathered no offspring.

In the year of 1981, Yasin Genet was not long from taking retirement after 35 years chauffeuring for the Iscelberg Rat Family. At that time, Yasin had been driving limousines for the family since 1946...before Zander and his siblings were shitting yellow. Rohj Civet had already began training a young fossa to take Yasin Genet's position as one of the family chauffeurs. The trainee was Japeth Fossa, who's mom and dad are friends of the Iscelberg Rat Family. Before Japeth Fossa was hired on, he really had no plan for his future, and Japeth's parents could see he was beginning down a path that would frequently be getting him into trouble throughout his life. Yasin Genet assured Japeth Fossa, "Japeth, if you follow Rohj Civet's lead, and listen to what he's teaching you, you'll make it very well here as a chauffeur". "I'll give it my best", Japeth promised. "I'm confident I have a good instructor". "I'm the one who taught Rohj what he knows about chauffeuring", said Yasin. "That was about ten years ago". Yasin Genet then told Japeth Fossa of how Rohj Civet was a homeless palm civet when the family took him in ten years earlier and offered him a chauffeur trainee position. "Well, like myself, I can see Rohj also had a good instructor", Japeth Fossa complimented Yasin Genet. "Oh, thank you, Japeth", Yasin replied. "I really appreciate that". Before Yasin Genet finally took retirement, Japath Fossa picked up well on the things Rohj Civet had taught him, and made good progress in becoming one of the family chauffeurs. During one warm night of the Summer of that same year of 1981, when Zander was 23 years old, Zander broke into the local Bahia Shrine Temple, which of course was under the facade of a Rotary Club Chapter to avoid detection by the Egyptian government. Zander gained entry through the rear emergency exit door, which was an open inward door secured with a wood bar and brackets that were not very strong. All Zander had to do was shove against the rear door several times, and he was in. He knew this, because his dad and older brother were Shriners, and members of that temple. There were several occasions when Zander was invited to Shrine meetings when Zander's dad tried to encourage him to join the Mason Lodge. However, Zander's dad did realized that decision has to be of one's own free will. Those were the times Zander took notice of how poorly the rear door to the Shrine Temple was always secured. Zander already knew what he wanted. He heard his dad and brother, over the past several days, talking about how profitable the Shriners fund drive carnival had been. It didn't take long for Zander to find what he was after. He then grabbed an old duffel bag from his car, then packed it with every bit of what was over 17,000 pounds that had been collected by the carnival for burnt and crippled cubs. Before Zander left the temple, he found some of those four inch round, colourful, embossed aluminum, stick-on Shrine emblems. Zander thought a few of them would look cool across the back of his ugly, old, Datsun 4 door hatchback. So he grabbed a bunch of them on his way out then stuck five of them on his car. Displaying one of those emblems is a definite no-no with serious consequences unless you are a Shrine member, which Zander was unaware of. But there was a concern more grave than that. Zander took the risk of the emblems being seen by a following motorist on his way home...All it would have taken would have been one "good Samaritan" to

stop and call from a payphone to Egyptian authorities about those emblems, and it would have been "game over" for everyone. Then off for home Zander Rat drove through the night, with over 17,000 pounds of cash he had stolen, which was meant for burnt and crippled cubs. And with Shrine emblems he had no business having in his possession.Come morning, about 45 minutes after sunrise, the Rat Family was just sitting down to have breakfast, when they were startled by the sound of a mob of fellow anthro-animals literally smashing the Hell out of Zander's car with a tire iron, axe, baseball bat, sledge hammer to name a few. When Hanan III got up from the table, and ran outside to the driveway where Zander's car was being smashed, he noticed the angry mob were fellow fraternity members from over at the Shrine Temple."Hanan!" Carl, a big brown bear called out, as he was still holding the wrecking bar he used to help smash Zander's car with, "It seems your son has stolen the 17,000 pounds we've raised for the cubs at the carnival!"."Carl Bear, you just don't know that!", Hanan retorted with some doubt. "Was the temple robbed?!"

"You want to have a look at this, Hanan?!", Vince Mongoose, still holding a baseball bat, yelled out as he motioned Hanan to have a look at the back of Zander's car. As Hanan came around to the back of the smashed remains of Zander's car, he saw the five Shrine emblems that were still where Zander had stuck them to the back of his car the night before. Carl bear reminded Hanan, "If the wrong animal saw those emblems on your son's car last night, Ozwhan Civet's boys would have us ALL put in the zoo". "I need not remind you we operate this thing underground", Vince Mongoose added. "I am really sorry about this! This is getting straightened out right now!" Hanan immediately assured his fellow Shrine members, then stormed back to the mansion, calling for his son, "ZANDER, YOU STUPID ASS SON OF A BITCH! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE! YOU GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW!" By now, other family members had gotten up from the breakfast table and began coming outside. "What's going on Dad?", Hanan IV asked Daddy Hanan. "What's with everyone from the Shrine being here? And Zander's car." Sister Givol Rat and son-in-law Joseph Finnbecker Rat stood together on the front lawn with their son, Joey Jr., then age 8, gazing in disbelief, not knowing what to make of the situation. Even the house servants, chauffeur and other hired domestic help came out to see what was going on. Then Hanan IV's wife Joan, holding their three month old son Hanan V, and daughter Wanda, then age 10, came out to find out what was going on. And of course, Hanan III's wife, Judith, came out rambling on, "Hanan, what's going on? Aren't those the Shrine members? Why are they here, Hanan? GASP! Zander's car! Hanan, tell me! Is everything alright?!" "It's under control, Judith", Hanan assured her. "Everything will be alright if you just let me take care of it". Then Zander came diddy bopping outside, then to his shock and dismay, noticed the Shrine members, holding destruction implements, standing around, and some jumping down from off the top of, his smashed up car, with all the glass knocked out of it, the driver's door torn off, the three remaining doors sprung completely around backward, the rear hatch lid twisted, one windshield pillar torn away from the firewall and pulled straight upward, and not a square foot of sheet metal that wasn't ripped or caved in. What Zander saw going on clued him in on what the situation was about. Although he had no idea, until now, he was ever going to be caught. "What's the meaning of this, Zander?!" Daddy Rat Demanded. "Uhhh...Meaning of what", Zander responded with his voice nervously quivering, as he glanced over at the smashed remains of what was once his car.. "Don't you dare lie to us! We'll beat your ass...Hanan's son or no Hanan's son", Joel Genet warned Zander as he swung a steel pipe down onto the already battered hood of Zander's car. "Joel! Please! Allow me to handle this!", said Hanan. "Yeeeaaa", Zander mouthed off to Joel Genet. "SHUT IT NOW!", Hanan told Zander. "WHERE IS THE MONEY FROM THE SHRINE TEMPLE, ZANDER?! AND I AM REALLY PISSED AT YOU!" "I wasn't at the Shrine Temple for the longest time. YOU know that", Zander lied. "Explain the Shrine emblems on you car", Vince Mongoose demanded of Zander. "Hey! I bought those at the corner store", Zander insisted. "YOU CAN'T JUST GO INTO A STORE AND BUY THOSE, DUMB ASS!", Carl Bear hollered at Zander as he began running toward Zander with every intention of hurting Zander, and hurting Zander really bad. Zander went running from Carl, Zander being so scared he peed as he ran. Zander then began trying to hide himself behind family members, in the same way a frightened cub would hide behind Mommy, hoping they could convince Carl to stop chasing him. "KEEP YOUR DISTANCE FROM THE CUBS, ZANDER, OR GET YOUR BONES BROKEN!...REMEMBER?!", Hanan IV warned his brother. "I'll LET EVERYONE TEAR YOU UP IF THAT MONEY DOESN'T SHOW UP NOW!" Hanan III warned his son, Zander. That got Zander's attention real quick, and he led his dad to where he had the duffel bag of money hidden in his room. Hanan had Zander carry it out to where Gabriel Binturong took custody of it. "We're going to count it when we get it back to the temple. You better hope it's all here", Gabriel growled at Zander as he snatched the duffel bag away from him. Vince Mongoose collected up the Shrine emblems Zander was not suppose to have, including peeling the five of them off of the back of the remains of Zander's car...And not a moment too soon. Zander had planned to give out the rest of the emblems to his motley friends that day. "Shit...Shit...Shit...How did they know?", Zander pondered out loud. "The Shrine Temple has security cameras. We're not stupid like YOU are", Hanan answered his son, then stormed back into the mansion to finish his breakfast. Police were, at first, going to charge Zander with breaking and entering, burglary and grand theft. However, it was made official for the record that the incident was resolved within the organization, and no charges were filed. Under Egyptian law, had charges been filed, Zander would have had a paw chopped off upon being convicted on the grand theft charge, in addition to a prison sentence (aka the zoo) for that and the other charges.

The following morning, a news crew, consisting of a male jackal carrying a video cassette news camera, and a female hyena with a remote microphone, showed up at the Rat Family Estate. They both approached Rohj Civet, who was checking the fluid levels in the family's vintage, mint condition, 1932 Deusenburg custom limousine, and began asking Rohj questions about Zander stealing money from the Rotary Club. "I've nothing to tell you", Rohj promptly answered them. The hyena replied to Rohj, "Certainly you would have something to share with..." "I told you I have nothing to tell you", Rohj cut the hyena's reply in mid sentence. Then they went over to Japeth Fossa, who was washing and detailing the 1981 Cadillac Fleetwood, presidential style limousine which was to be traded out when the 1982 models come out in a few months. "Hello. What's your name", the hyena enthusiastically asked Japeth as the Jackel was recording. "Japeth, don't talk to them! Go and get Hanan out here!", Rohj immediately told Japeth. As Japeth ran to the mansion to to get Hanan, the jackal, who became agressivly cocky, badgered Rohj, "Come on! Why don't you talk with us?! You're not social, are you?!" "For the third time, I've nothing to tell you", Rohj insisted. A moment later, Hanan came storming out of the front double doors and down the porch steps of the palace mansion, with Japeth behind him. Japeth had already told Hanan what was going on. Not only did Hanan consider the matter to be none of their business, the last thing Hanan wanted was a slip of the tongue accidentally leaking it out that it is actually Shriner's activity going on. "GET OFF THIS PROPERTY NOW!" Hannan called out to the news crew as he quickly approached them. As the jackal began recording, the hyena asked Hanan, "Sir, you must be Zander Iscelberg Rat's father. Can you tell us..." "This matter is none of your business!" Hanan interrupted the hyena as he pushed the camera away, almost knocking it out of the jackal's paws. "Hey! How would you like to pay for a camera, Sir", the jackal arrogantly asked Hanan. "GET OFF THIS PROPERTY NOW BEFORE I HAVE LAW ENFORCEMENT AUTHORITIES ESCORT YOU OFF OF THIS PROPERTY!", Hanan warned the hyena and the jackal. The hyena and jackal got the message real quick and left. As they were getting back into their news van, Hanan further warned them not to come back. The incident was embarrassing enough to Hanan III as it was. The last thing he wanted was it getting into the news media. This whole incident was also especially disappointing to Rohj Civet, the Rat family's limousine chauffeur. Rohj Civet was at the time a 33rd degree Free Mason, who was next to be considered for the position of Master Mason upon Heberen Iscelberg Rat's sponsorship to become a Shriner. Rohj had promised for some time to Hanan III, as well as to the members of the Mason Lodge, that he would encourage Zander to become a Mason, and mentor him along. It was believed by the family that it would help Zander to put his life in a positive direction. Now Rohj would have to break the news, at the next Mason Lodge meeting, that Zander Iscelberg Rat is not the kind of character the Lodge would want anything to do with. Rohj felt like he was eating his own words about the promise he had been making to Hanan III and to the Lodge all along, plus feeling like he had been made to look like a liar and a fool in the presents of the Lodge. Two of Zander's uncles are also Masons. His Uncle Louie, the car dealer, was then a 33rd degree Mason. And his Uncle Hebron, the local prosecuting attorney, was the Master Mason presiding over the lodge where Rohj attends. Both were also very disappointed and embarrassed by what Zander had done. Rohj later called Zander in private, and gave him a lecture on how his actions have 'tread on sacred ground' and how he betrayed and embarrassed the whole family by what he had done. During that lecture, Rohj also laid the guilt trip on Zander thick and heavy about what it is like to be a cub who has been burnt, or is cripple. Hanan Iscelberg Rat III had to give an official apology at the next Shrine meeting for the actions of his son, Zander. Plus Hanan III had to listen to one of those 'Riot Act' lectures from some of the senior Shrine members about how it is Hanan's responsibility as head of his household to maintain his family's respect for others, and to ensure orderly conduct within his family. Needless to say, Hanan III was embarrassed because of the actions of his youngest son over the whole ordeal.

Several months later, in October of that year, the Iscelberg Rat Family was watching a parade being televised live from Cairo, on their wall size, cinema screen television. "Hey, lookie! A buncha geeks getting wasted on the tely! Cooool!", Zander proclaimed as the live coverage showed seven anthro-animals getting gunned down by several attackers. "ZANDER, YOU STUPID ASS!" Daddy Rat retorted. "PRESIDENT OZWAHN CIVET JUST GOT SHOT!". Hanan IV then told his younger brother, "Zander, if you had a brain you'd be dangerous. You know that?". "Son, your younger brother is dangerous enough without one", Hanan III told Hanan IV as the news coverage of the attack continued on the television. Later, it was reported that the president and six of his diplomats were killed in the attack. Zander's parents gave a little lecture to Zander about how Ozwahn Civet had done more than any other president the country has had to promote the peace process with the land of the family's ancestors. The only reply Zander could think to say at the time was, "Ohhhh...Uhhhh...I guess so". Sarik Hyena was later to succeed the late president.

Chapter 10. Zander Sexually Molests a Fossa Cub

Early one afternoon in September of 1982, when Zander was 24 years old, he had been caught sexually molesting and hurting a young male Madagascan fossa. Because of a fossa penis head being flair shaped like a horn, Zander was fascinated with how Chad Fossa's penis head flipped around like a speed bag each time he slapped it.

Zander was also fascinated with Chad's sheath, because Zander didn't have a sheath since 8 days old. Zander had used an old Zagnut candy bar to lure Chad out to where the attack took place.

Chad Fossa, age 8, was in tears, crying, "Let me go! You're hurting my pee-pee! Let me go! It hurts!" It was Chad Fossa's mom, Nirina, who caught Zander in the act of grasping the shaft of her son's penis behind it's aft barb cluster, holding it out of sheath and slapping the head around. "TAKE YOUR PAWS OFF MY SON, VOUS AFFREUX MORCEAU DE MERDE! (...YOU UGLY PIECE OF SHIT!)", Nirina Fossa screamed as she came running to rescue her son. "GET OUT OF HERE!", Nirina screamed at Zander as Zander stood there, looking surprised and dumbfounded. Little Chad Fossa held his paws over both the head and first cluster of barbs of his penis, crying in tears, "He made my pee-pee hurt, Maman. Maman, ca fait mal (Mama, it hurts)". "GET OUT OF HERE!", Nirina again screamed at Zander. "It's not...Uhh. It's", Zander muddled, trying to invent an excuse. "It's not what it looks..." Nirina picked up a rock and nailed Zander square in the face with it as hard as she can, knocking Zander to the ground. Zander began crawling away, then staggering away, then running away, like Nirina told him twice to do. As Chad Fossa continued crying, Nirina hugged her son, assuring him the best she could, "Mama's here, my precious baby. Mama's here with you. Your pee-pee will be alright, honey. It's OK, baby. It's OK". Nirina pick up her son, cradling him as only a loving mother could do, and carried him home. When Nirina got Chad home, and told her husband, Jhi Fossa, what had happened, Jhi instantly stormed into the bedroom, went into the draw of a nightstand, and got out their 50 cal AE Desert Eagle pistol. Nirina had a different idea, and phoned the law, reporting Zander for what he had done. "Isn't he that looser the Iscelberg Rat family has?" Jhi asked as he was loading rounds into the clip. "Jhi, qu est-ce tu fais?" (Jhi, what are you getting ready to do?)" Nirina demanded as Jhi slammed the loaded clip into the clip well. "Ce qui aurait du etre fait il ya longtemps. Cest Zander, droit? (What should have been done a long time ago. It's Zander, right?)" said Jhi as he cocked a round into the chamber, the pistol making that cold metal "click-click" sound. "Oui. Cest Zander. (Yes. It's Zander)", Nirina replied. "Jhi, plait ne pas (Jhi. Please don't). Let the authorities take care of him". "His dad has so much pull, he won't see the first day in jail for it", Jhi retorted, then stormed out to the car, and drove off to hunt down Zander. Jhi spent the rest of the afternoon looking for Zander Rat. He knew about some of the motley friends Zander hung out with as a teenager, and paid some of them an unpleasant social call. Zander's old time friends cooperated the best they could with Jhi's demands to learn the whereabouts of Zander. After all, Jhi was the was the one carring the gun. Zander's friends weren't of much any help, so Jhi left to go find some friends of his he could ask if they've heard about anything. A binturong friend gave condolences to Jhi. "I heard about what happened to Chad today. That's a tough break", he said. "Yeah. My son took it hard too", said Jhi. "If you find out where Zander is, Mussa, how about letting me know, OK?" "I sure will, Jhi", Mussa promised. "Your boy didn't deserve to go through that". "Thanks, Mussa. I appreciate it", Jhi said. "HOLY SHIT! Looks like you got a peice that will do the job alright" Mussa Binturong told Jhi Fossa as he noticed it was a 50 caliber pistol laying on the front seat of Jhi's car. "It will", replied Jhi. "And you know, Mussa. When I get him, I won't stop with one shot. I'm gona empty the clip on that shit ball". "Can't say that I blame you", said Mussa. "But you shouldn't leave that gun where anyone can see it. They can give you the death penalty for having it, you know". "Yes, Mussa, you're right", Jhi replied. "I guess I have been getting careless with it". About an hour later, Jhi thought he might get the nerve to drive out to the Rat Estate, and blast Zander all over some of their expensive carpet and marble floor in front of his family if he's there. Jhi Fossa figured that 50 cal of his would do a thorough job of dealing with Zander Rat. http://youtube.com/watch?v=wR8sXWSlMyU . On his way to the Rat Estate, two law enforcement officers pulled Jhi over, a bear and German sheperd, outfitted with their gun belts and clip on badges (made to fasten to the fur hairs). When they approached Jhi's car, they began asking Jhi questions regarding going out to the Iscelberg Rat Estate. "So you know where I'm heading", Jhi affirmed. "One of Zander's friends got scared and called", the sheperd replied to Jhi, as they informed Jhi that Zander's motley friend he had talked to earlier reported that Jhi was out to get Zander. The officers had no idea Jhi had a gun in the car, which Jhi was concerned about the officers searching the car for. Egyptian law forbids the general population to own a gun. And with Jhi Fossa hearing rumors that having a gun carries the death penalty, he wasn't sure whether he was going to feel compelled to use the gun on the officers to prevent being caught with it, which Jhi knew would have gotten ugly real quick. However, luckily for Jhi Fossa, the motley friend of Zander he questioned earlier was a big time, zoned out, air head, and forgot to give information to the police about there being a gun. They didn't arrest Jhi considering the circumstances, but advised Jhi, "We're going to let you go on your way, but you need to go home and cool out a bit". "I want that rat to pay for what he did to my son", Jhi told the officers. They told Jhi that Zander had already been hauled away in a straight jacket to an asylum for his sexual assault on Chad...His parent's doing, in lieu of him going to jail. "A nut house", Jhi replied. "A country club for crazies. A slap on the paw, and a little medication. What about my boy?" "We're sorry, Jhi. It's out of our paws now", the shepard told him. The law officers then let Jhi be on his way. And when Jhi returned home and told his wife about what he encountered, she said what Jhi had commented to the officers. "A slap on the paw, and some medicine", Nirina replied. After Zander was committed into the asylum, other young males of various species felt safe to come foward and testify what Zander had also done to them. Some of Zander's victims had sexual injuries ranging from distortions and lesions on their penis heads, to sprawled opened and torn sheaths. A few injuries were severe enough to temporarily cripple the victim...all inflicted by Zander Rat. Even some of Zander's victims who had been circumcised, Zander had managed to injure in some way. The cubs who Zander had injured, had in the past, made up alibis to their parents about their sexual injuries, out of fear of Zander. Since Zander got put away, the cubs who Zander molested were no longer afraid to make the truth known. There were so many who came foward, it seemed like young males were coming out of the woodwork as special victim's officers began piling cub sex crime charges up on Zander, including a charge of "crime against religion". A sex offender record would stop Zander from pursuing his dream of going to med-school and becoming a doctor, provided Zander didn't get 'death by stoning' for the offences, except Zander's dad was good friends with judges, attorneys and other elected officials. And Hanan III was a brother of the prosecutor, Heberen Iscelberg Rat PA, which also meant the prosecutor was Zander's uncle. Daddy Rat saw to it that all criminal charges against his son, Zander, somehow disappeared and mysteriously went away for good, so Zander can attend med-school, thus adding another pervert to the roster of medical doctors.

However, there was one thing Daddy Rat and all his politically powerful friends had absolutely no control over...natural death. Shit was still hitting the fan from the families of Zander's cub victims. Daddy Rat, Hebron Rat and their politician friends were making preparations for Zander's upcoming arraignment. The Iscelberg Rat Family was still being mud-slung by the media. Zander was still in the asylum. And while all this was going on, that was the time Hanan III's uncle Chaim passed away one morning of an aneurysm in his brain. The shit that Zander's actions inflicted had hit down on the family at the same time they were dealing with Chaim's funeral, and during the time his will and last testament was being settled. That was when Hanan Iscelberg Rat III became the 'head of the Iscelberg Rat Estate' near El-Minya. Normally, Yarden Iscelberg Rat, being Chaim's brother, would have assumed the position of 'head of that estate', but he and his wife, Shimrit, had their own palace estate near Cairo...leaving Hanan III eligible as 'head of the estate' that the family has south of El-Minya.

Upon Zander's release from the asylum, Hanan III had to go to the courthouse and post bail to stop his son from being immediately transferred to jail because of the criminal charges on him. Then Hanan had to go from there, to the asylum to pick up his son. Hanan did not choose to have the chauffeur take him in one of the limousines. Hanan drove his vintage 1957 Jaguar XK-SS instead so either chauffeur, Rohj Civet or Japeth Fossa, would not hear things he had to say in private to his son on the way home about the situation. http://youtube.com/waych?v=20UHwyi0RKc . When Hanan arrived to the asylum, Zander was waiting at the front gate. "Dad, it's sure good to be out of THAT place. That place is looooney", Zander told his dad as he got into the car. "I see you took one of the Jags. Cool". Hanan was a bit too angry with Zander to say anything as Zander shut the door before they pulled out for home. "They give you some really loopy medicine in that place, I tell you", Zander told his dad, who was in no mood to listen. Daddy Rat just simply floored it, squalling and smoking the rear tires, and quickly sped the Jaguar up to 130 kph (80 mph), then slowed it back down to 80 kph (50 mph). "Wow! This car's got balls", Zander tried to open some small talk. "Ya know that, Dad.....It can sure go". Zander Rat could see Daddy was ignoring him as he continued to drive. "Yea...Uh.....Strong car", Zander continued. "Sure has lots 'a power.....Uh.....It's a bad ass car.....Uh, yea.....It is". Then Zander finally caught the drift to just shut up. A few minutes down the road, Hanan broke the silence, saying to Zander, "I guess you have no idea of what you had the family going through at the same time we had to deal with my Uncle Chaim passing away". "Great Uncle Chaim!", Zander exclaimed. "Geeee, I didn't even know he was ill". "You shithead", Daddy Rat replied, followed by a couple of more minutes of silence except for the sound of the car. After those silent minutes, Hanan III then said, "Son, I believe you are aware there are tensions that have already existed between the general population and families like ours, here in Egypt, since President Ozwahn Civet was assassinated last year. And all that trouble going on in the Sinai Peninsula...You have been aware of that, haven't you?" "Well...Eh...Yea, Dad", Zander Replied. "SO YOU HAD TO GO PULL SOME SHIT LIKE THIS!", Hanan reprimanded his son. Zander didn't have much of a response to the reprimanding. On their rest of the way home, Hanan told Zander about how he was going to "pull some strings" with the family's politician friends to try to get Zander out of trouble. After Hanan and Zander arrived home, Zander's brother-in-law, Joseph Finnbecker Rat Sr., showed Zander a newspaper, printed two days after Zander was caught molesting the son of Nirina and Jhi Fossa. It hit Zander like a sack of bricks when he saw the front page headline, in Arabic script, "Iscelberg Rat Family Member Charged With Sexually Attacking Cubs". Under the headlines, centered on the front page, was a large picture of Zander Rat himself, and the half page article had details that many paperback novel publishers wouldn't print. Of course, the names of the victims, being underage cubs, were withheld. "Oh, by the way, you also made it on television, Zander", Joseph told him as he snatched the newspaper back and stormed away.

Chapter 11. The Court Arraignment and it's Aftermath

It was only a few days after Zander was released from the asylum, he was bought up for arraignment on multuple cub sex crime charges. Zander and his family, the family relateted prosecutor, other attorneys, the judge and others of course were in court. The courtroom was a full house with Zander's molested victims and and their parents also being there, looking forward to seeing Zander get his just deserts. Everyone stands as it is announced, "The Honorable Judge Silas Opossum presiding". Then everyone is seated, "This is the arraignment for the case of, The Anthro Animals of the Governorate of Menia vs Zander Iscelberg Rat", Judge Silas Opossum announces, then reading a very long list of cub sex crime charges on Zander Rat. "Counselor. How does the defendant plead?" "Not guilty on all counts, Your Honor", replies Zander's attorney as gasping and murmuring can be heard from the parents of the victims through out the courtroom. "The court calls the prosecution to present probable cause", says Judge Silas Opossum. The prosecutor, a grey, circumcised rat, who is Zander's uncle, replies, "All charges are null pros, Your Honor". "Zander Iscelberg Rat. All charges are dismissed. You're free to go", said Judge Silas as "clack" goes the gavel. Through out the courtroom, there were angry outbursts from victim's parents, as Judge Silas tried to restore order. Special victim's officers, who arrested Zander, looked on, stunned in disbelief. Many cub victims and their mothers began crying, while Zander and his family were all smiles, congratulating the attorneys, and thanking their corrupt influential friends. When Zander shook paws with his Uncle, Attorney Heberen Rat, the victim's families then knew the arraignment was a rigged rehearsal. "YOU'LL LEAVE THIS COURTROOM AS A CORPSE, ZANDER!", a victim's dad shouted. "YOU'RE DEAD MEAT!", another dad shouted, as the courtroom quickly became an out of control free-for-all, and Judge Silas clacking the gavel, trying to restore order. "YOU BETTER SEEK AN UNDERTAKER!", the dad, of a molested wolf cub, hollered in Hanan III's face. "THAT SHIT BAG FOR A SON OF YOURS IS ABOUT TO NEED ONE!" "WHAT THAT CREEP HAS DONE IS SUPPOSE TO CARRY THE DEATH PENALTY HERE IN EGYPT...BY STONING", a mother Madagascan fossa screamed out. Her friend, Nirina Fossa, replied, "BACK IN MADAGASCAR, WE BURN SHIT LIKE HIM TO DEATH OUT ON A BEACH!" "ORDER IN THIS COURT, NOW!", Judge Silas shouted as he repeatedly clacked the gavel. At that point, the court room was like all Hell had broken loose. A daddy fox, almost in tears himself, and with court bailiffs trying to hold him off, got up in Zander's face, trying to maul him, and shouted, "A MONSTER LIKE YOU HAS NO RIGHT TO EXIST! I'LL DROP YOU INTO HELL!" A daddy otter, who's son had his inner penis sheath torn by Zander, pointed a 6 inch blade, fold up knife in Zander's face, hollering, "I'LL CUT YOU UP YOU SORRY PIECE OF SHIT! I'LL THROW YOUR PIECES IN THE NILE RIVER!" The knife was confiscated by bailiffs, with some struggle, then the otter family was ordered to leave the courthouse. The rest of the Rat family were now being threatened. Judge Silas Opossum still could not regain order, as a lesser panda's dad was being arrested for telling Judge Silas he was as good as dead. Zander and his family finally had to be escorted, under police protection, out to where Rohj Civet, their chauffeur, was waiting with their limousine for them. http://youtube.com/watch?v=mSs1RjH5nRE https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asian_palm_civet#/media/F... Law officers had to hold a mob of outraged parents at bay while the Rat family scurried into their limousine. Rohj Civet hurriedly closed the door behind them, and quickly got in behind the wheel. Once the family and chauffeur were in, Zander's dad told Rohj, "ROHJ, GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Rohj floored the accelerator, squalling the limo's tires as they went speeding off. Relatives of the victims hurled rocks at the limo as it sped by, doing sheet metal damage, breaking the windsheild and grill, and knocking off a sideview mirror, to what was then, a brand new 1982, high gloss black, Cadillac Fleetwood, stretch limousine. A lit Molotov cocktail bomb was also thrown at the limo, but missed and smashed onto the street into ball of fire. Zander's mom, Judith, told Rohj, "If they get in the way, run them down! Just - don't - stop!" Rohj had to turn a street corner around the court house grounds to get to the highway. As the limo sped around the corner, more victim's relatives hurled rocks, knocking off a wheel cover, puncturing the A/C condenser, and busting out a rear door glass. As Rohj Civet floored it out of the turn, heading for the highway, a daddy merekat, who's son was temporarily crippled from a sexual injury by Zander, flung a tire iron into the path of the speeding limo, meant to come through the windshield and take Rohj out, but smashing out a headlight instead. The tire iron flew up over the roof of the limo, and went bouncing and clanging down the street, along with broken headlight glass, as the battered limo sped away. The meerkat's brother emptied the clip of a 38 caliber pistol at the fleeing limo, as he stood in the street, managing to shoot a hole in the trunk lid, dinging the bumper in two places and shooting out the left tail light. Relatives of the victims got into their cars and took off, chaseing after the Rat family limousine. "HANAN, HANAN! THEY'RE COMING AFTER US! DO SOMETHING!", Judith exclaimed in panic as she saw the cars speeding up the street behind them. "What CAN I do, Judith?!", Hanan retorted, then told Rohj, "Rohj! You really need to step on it! We're being chased!" When the limo got to the main highway leading out of town, Rohj swung the corner wide and fast, without stopping, with the wheels screeching and the limo starting to swing out sideways. After straightening the limo back out of the slide, Rohj Civet punched it to the floor, rapidly wide open accelerating as hard as it can go, the 368 cubic inch engine reaching high RPMs before each gear shift of the limo's automatic transmission, and the speedometer needle quickly sweeping over to the high end. http://youtube.com/watch?v=V2homlJBbzY. In only a few minutes, they were out of town, speeding down open Egyptian desert highway. The chase reached speeds to well over 160 kilometers per hour, as Rohj tried to loose them, and having to watch the highway through a cracked up windshield. "Just keep it wide open, Rohj!", Hanan III told him. "Don't slow down! Keep the accelerator to the floor". Older brother Hanan IV was able to get through on the limo's mobile phone and call for help...There were no cell phones in 1982. By now, a slight vibration could be felt coming from a front tire, and at 210 kph (125 mph) the limo's speed was well beyond the point when it's speedometer pegged out at 85 miles per hour. "Rohj! Some of them are gaining on us! Can't you go faster?!", sister Givol pleaded. "This is all the speed I can get out of it!", Rohj retorted. "I'm holding it wide open now! It won't go any faster!" After about a few seconds, Rohj could hear Hanan IV tell his younger brother, Zander, "Thanks a lot for all of this, Shit Head...I hope you're happy". Further down the highway, the Rat Family and Rohj noticed a couple of those in pursuit had to give up the chase, because their cars had boiled over with their engines overheated. But it wasn't long before a Volvo, driven by a binturong, who's nephew was one of Zander's victims, had caught up to the back of the limo. The binturong started repeatedly clacking bumpers with the limo, slightly stearing side to side, trying to throw the limo out of control. But the Volvo wasn't heavy enough, on it's first try, to run a full size, western built stretch limousine off the highway. "Damn it! That binturong back there is trying to wreck us!", said Hanan III as everyone could feel the bumping and swaying. "I can feel the rear end swaying", Rohj replied as he worked at trying keeping the limo straight. It really started getting scarey when the tires of both vehicles could be heard chirping against the pavement at 210 kilometers per hour. And by now, the big, heavy limo started a rocking motion, and drifting all over the highway with a surreal, slow motion sensation. Rohj would let his foot off the accelerator for only a split second at a time before putting it back to the floor, trying to maintain control of the vehicle as he began to loose feel of the road. "That son of a bitch is crazy!", Hanan retorted. "It feels like I'm driving on ice! This limousine is starting to get away from me!" Rohj told Hanan as they were still speeding down the highway at 210 kph. "What do you what me to do?!". "I don't know!", Hanan frantically answered, then after pausing a moment, said, "ROHJ! When he backs off for another hit, slam the brakes on him! I don't give a damn about the back of the limo!" As soon as the Volvo backed off for another hit, Rohj locked the limo's brakes for a second, causing the Volvo to smash against the back of the limo. The binturong then dropped his car back 30 meters. That's when Rhoj slammed the brakes as hard as he can, all four tires smoking and screaming against the pavement, until the Volvo crashed into the rear of the limo, caving the Volvo's radiator into it's fan and engine, and smashing it's left front fender, into the left front wheel. The moment the binturong released the brakes, his car went spinning out of control with a front wheel locked up, tires smoking against the pavement, still at over 150 kph, then flipped over. As Rohj again floored the accelerator to flee the remaining cars, the Rat Family saw, from the limo's rear window, the Volvo rolling over and over and over, with glass, chrome and contents sprawling all over the highway and the Volvo's hood flying off. Judith and Givol gasped when everyone watched, in dismay, it's driver get ejected then hitting the pavement and tumbling down the highway like a thrown rag doll, as other cars swerved almost out of control at high speed, barely avoiding running him over. "I knew someone was going to get hurt before this was over with!", Givol exclaimed. Rohj himself witnessed glimpses of the roll over in the remaining side view mirror that wasn't knocked off by the earlier rock pelting. As Rohj got the limo speeding down the highway back up to 210 kph, members of the Rat Family looked back at the overturned Volvo fade out of sight into a distant mirage, as they left it far behind, along with it's badly hurt driver laying on the highway, clinging to life in a cloud of coolant steam and tire smoke. By this time, Rohj and the Rat family could hear that vibrating front tire making a low, but rapid "rap-rap-rap-rap-rap-rap" sound, along with the noise of small debris striking inside of the front fender well. Several of those, who were chasing the limo, stopped to assist the injured binturong, and a few of them headed back to the city, speeding off to get help. Of those who decided to resumed the chase, it wasn't long before a couple of them began to gain on the limo, just as the binturong in the Volvo had done minutes earlier. "That's all WE need", Rohj murmured. "What is it, Rohj?", Hanan asked. "We're not going to be going much longer. The engine is starting to run hot", Rohj explained to Hanan as he briefly pointed to the temperature light, lit up on the limo's instrument panel. "I just don't know what we're going to do, Rohj", Hanan replied, trying to maintain a calm composure the best he could. "Let's slow down some. That might help. If the rest of them get too close, slam the brakes on them like you did the binturong". Rohj slowed the limo down to 155 kph (just under 100 mph) as Hanan instructed him to do, but it didn't do any good. Within a few minutes, steam could be seen blowing out from under the hood as everyone could smell the odor of boiling coolant. By now, the pursuing cars had gained close behind the Rat Family limousine, with their drivers waiting for the limo to inevitably quit running. It was about that time, police finally caught up and pulled everyone over, putting a stop to the chase. And not a moment too soon. In addition to the limo being on the verge of boiling over and burning up the engine, one of the limo's front tires was on it's way to going flat from picking up a peice of broken glass from the headlight the meerkat flung the tire iron into, back when they left the courthouse. Before the chase was stopped, the vibration that was felt in the limo was from "standing waves" on the deflating tire. And the rapping sound was the tire already showing signs of tread separation, with steel belting beginning to show, and could have blown at any time. And at 210 kph (125 mph), it would have been beyond Rohj Civet's ability to keep the vehicle under control...A stretch limousine flipping over, or crashing into roadside palm trees, at over 200 kilometers per hour would have gotten really ugly really quick...Not a pretty price to pay for a family member who can't respect the decent integrity of little cubs. As Rohj prepared to change the punctured tire, the Rat Family got out of the limousine and had their first real look at the damage done to it...The limo looked like it had been through two riots and a war zone. "I guess Uncle Louie won't get much for it looking like that, when we get our 1983 model later this year", Hanan IV mentioned. "Well, the important thing is, none of us were hurt", Hanan III told his older son. "I'm not worried about the value of the car". Rohj had to borrow a tire iron from one of the law enforcement officers to pry open the limo's smashed trunk lid from where the Volvo rammed it, before he could get to the spare and jack. "I'm glad I thought of taking this one instead of one of the Rolls, "Daddy Hanan said, referring to their 1981 Rolls Royce and 1982 Rolls Royce ultra stretch limos http://youtube.com/watch?v=49H_sZfxba0 . "It looks terrible! It's just awful, Hanan dear! What kind of bums would want to do this to one of our cars?", Judith began carrying on. "Yea Yea Yea, Judith. I know. It's just a car...OK?", Hanan told his wife in a tone showing he was being annoyed by her, and then asked a law enforcement officer how badly did the binturong get hurt who was thrown from his car back up the road. The officer told Hanan, "I heard on our radio it's not good. He has some broken bones, and it looks like he may have internal injuries. They said he's barely conscious. We have an ambulance on the way to..." "...SHIT FOR BRAIN PERVERT!", brother Hanan IV hollered out as he repeatedly rammed Zander's face into one of the limo's quarter panel roof supports hard enough to slightly dent it. "YOU'LL GET US ALL KILLED!" "HANAN! THAT'S ENOUGH!", Daddy Hanan Rat III called to his first son. "That's not doing any good". "Doesn't do any harm either", brother Hanan IV told his dad as he turned loose of Zander. Zander, looking stupid, and walking in circles, just held his paws on his bleeding nose, going, "Ooo ouh ooo ouh ooo ouh ooo ouh ooo ouh", sounding like someone with a nose plugged up. Everyone looked upon Zander with disdain, including his own family. Even Rohj gave a look, and briefly shook his head, as if to say, "How pathetic". The Rat Family remembered all too well how Yomin Genet VI, one of Hanan III's business associates, died in a high speed limousine crash eleven years earlier. Hanan III told Rohj about it once during a driving safety lecture. It took place one summer evening in the year 1971, in Saudi Arabia, on one of those open desert highways that have no speed limit. Yomin Genet VI, his wife Marcie, and his cub son Yomin VII were out on a road trip in their, then brand new, 1971 Cadillac Fleetwood limousine http://youtube.com/watch?v=mRP7qeSFLe4 . Yomin VI had Yousif Mongoose, their chauffeur, run the limo at 230 kph (140 mph) as he always had done all along. Back in the day, many Cadillacs were equipped with a high compression, 500 cubic inch V-8. On the day of the accident, the Genet Family limo sped past a slow moving truck as they were approaching a road side palm tree grove. According to the eyewitness testimony given by the driver of the truck, an Asian linsang, the limo had to be traveling at nearly 240 kph, and when the limo moved back out of the oncoming lane, the chauffeur apparently over steered it onto the sandy shoulder of the highway, causing the wheels to catch in the sand and throw the limo out of control. The linsang then recalled watching the limo slam into the palm tree grove at nearly 240 kph, shooting it's chauffeur out through the windshield, his body disintegrating against the palm trees, and the engine and transmission thrown out across the desert sand. The limo continued slamming through the palm trees, sheering a few of them down and tearing off the limo's mangled front section where the chauffeur sat. The passenger and rear section of the limo spun airborne diagonally along and across the highway at an incredibly high speed five feet above the pavement, then slammed into some palm trees on the other side of the highway, tearing off the rear section as the gas tank exploded. The Rat Family remembered the linsang telling of how when the torn apart remains of the limo flew airborne over the highway, he saw drive shaft sections, mufflers, exhaust pipe and other pieces and parts of the limo, chrome trim and broken glass flying and sprawling everywhere. And of the blood and cut up body parts of the limo's occupants that were thrown all over the highway. The linsang described the limo's fiery rear section as looking like a fiery comet speeding across the desert sand until it came to rest. The limo's mid section ended up as unrecognizable, mangled sheet steel smashed and wrapped into the palm trees. The front section, barely recognizable as a piece of a motor vehicle, came to rest in one of the highway's travel lanes. The battered up engine and transmission ended up 150 meters (450 feet) beyond the wreckage. And the highway was littered with blood, car parts, glass and mongoose and genet body parts, and two sheared off palm trees laying across the pavement blocking both lanes. Remembering how Yomin Genet VI, his wife and son and chauffeur died, the danger Zander put the family in, and that front tire on the Rat Family limo almost blowing out at high speed, who can blame Zander's older brother for slamming Zander's face into their dad's limo? After Rohj Civet got the flat changed, police provided the Rat Family escort protection to their home. It had been a scarey and surreal experience to both family and chauffeur.

Chapter 12. The Fallout and Repercussions

The following morning, Rohj Civet, out of concern for his own life because of the danger Zander put the family in, turned in his resignation and quit. Rohj and Hanan had already seen that morning's newspaper, showing a picture of the wrecked Volvo, with paramedics tending to it's injured driver in the background. "I'm going to be on the level with you, Hanan. I can no longer feel safe working here for you anymore", Rohj said to Zander's dad. "And truthfully, if it was one of my boys your son got a hold of, I would not have been driving your limousine yesterday. This black footed palm civet would have been throwing rocks with the rest of them". Hanan replied, "Rohj, I hate to loose you. You've been the best chauffeur I've had. And I'm truly sorry you were put through this". Hanan made it up to Rohj by giving him a 5,000 pound severance payment, which was chump change to Hanan and family. And Hanan promised Rohj he would give Rohj a good reference when he looked for another job. Rohj had been becoming prosperous by making use of the investment and corporate sharing knowledge Hanan III had taught him over the years. Those were secrets to financial wealth that Hanan's family doesn't share with just anyone. Many years ago, Rohj Civet was a homeless beggar who Hanan and family felt pity for and took him in. Rohj was faithful and loyal to the Rat Family, and Hanan III shared knowledge and "status quo secrets" with Rohj about acquiring financial wealth...That is provided Rohj gave his word not to share those secrets with those of middle and low income. A gardener and two house servants also quit. One of the servants who quit, Gloria, a lemur, told Zander's dad when she picked up her last paycheck, "You do know, Hanan, your son fix it so this is now a dangerous place to work...You know that don't you?" Hanan could only agree with her. Zander had to leave the country for his own safety if he was to remain alive. The Egyptian Judicial System arranged to have Zander immigrate to Southern India under a special protection program agreed to by both countries. After arrangements were made with one of Judith's family friends in India for Zander to have a place to stay, and once Zander's passport was ready, Zander was flown to Southern India in a matter of hours aboard his dad's private jet, with dad and mom coming along...Nowhere near the kind of trip the meerkats were to have getting from Angola to India 23 years later. After the Rat Family private plane touched down in India, Hanan III and Judith discussed some behavioral issues with their son, Zander, while waiting at the airport for Judith's friend to arrive to pick Zander up. It wasn't very long before Judith's friend, Ruby Rat, showed up. "Over here! Ruby!", Judith called out as she waved to get Ruby's attention among the crowd at the airport. "Oh hi! It's been a while. How's everyone been doing?, Ruby asked as she came over. "We've been all doing OK", Judith answered. "Considering", Hanan gruffed as he glanced over at his son, Zander. "Awww, Hanan, how could you?", Judith retorted. "That's so mean". " Your brother-in-law, Louie, phoned me and told me about what Zander had done",Ruby told Judith. "And, Zander, you should be ashamed of yourself". Zander had no reply. He just stood there embarrassed in the presents of the rest of the anthro animals at the air port. "Hanan, can we continue this conversation in Arabic so the other animals here don't know what we're saying?", Judith asked her husband. "You can see Zander's getting embarrassed". "I - will - not", Hanan retorted. "Let them know. I don't care. I don't really give a shit. Zander will just have to be embarrassed". "Where did young Hanan and Givol go off to?" Ruby asked. "I'd like to meet them". "They didn't come along on the trip", answered Judith. "They're at home". "They were to pissed at Zander to come along" Hanan added. "I don't blame them". "Ahhh, Hanaaaan. Come on", Judith begged her husband. Ruby, Judith and Hanan talked a while longer before Hanan and Judith headed back to their private jet to go back home to Egypt. As they were leaving, Judith said to Ruby, "Take care of our little cub for me". "Mom. I'm a big rat, not a cub", Zander called back as he was leaving with Ruby. "Just - Keep him out of more trouble", Hanan requested to Ruby. Ruby had several friends in high places around Southern India, and had lots of connections who helped Zander get a high paying job, then helped him with some very profitable investments. Before long, Zander was able to get a home in a ritzy neighborhood in Salem, in the Indian State of Tamil Nadu, that he picked up really cheap on a tax foreclosure auction. Zander also got a 1954 Lancia Aurelia pf 200, convertible, two seat, sports car, in metallic silver, he found at an estate sale. He was just in the right place at the right time on that deal, and had the cash with him to buy it. It was a really weird looking car with a bold circular grill, but it appealed to Zander, and it is a classic. http://www.pinterest.com/pin/143904150563292120 Several months later, Zander began fulfilling his dream of going to med-school to become a doctor.

(This mess Zander dragged his family into happened 4 years before Zhang Meerkat was even born, and when Annika was only 3 years old.)

Meanwhile, back in Egypt, after Zander had left for India, the parents of Zander's molested victims were constantly showing up at the Rat Estate, demanding to know the whereabouts of Zander. But Zander's family would only give answers such as, "None of your business! And leave us alone!", or, "Get off our property or we'll have you arrested!", or, "You have no business here! I think you better leave". But Zander's family didn't say those things to Jhi Fossa, who showed up one morning, wielding that 50 cal Desert Eagle pistol, demanding answers. And it was full clip locked and loaded with safety off too. http://youtube.com/watch?v=ftTyvjmMfWE . The Rat family and house servants went diving under furniture, females screaming, and some running through the mansion for cover, instead of mouthing off at Jhi as they did to the others. Holding the 50 cal pistol two paw hold with elbows locked, Jhi fired a shot, "FOOM", into a large, 1,200 year old, antique vase exploding it everywhere as it flew into pieces the size of potato chips, with the noise of loud gunfire echoing throughout the mansion, and the smoking shell casing bouncing off of a rosewood coffee table onto the black and white, checkered, marble floor. Jhi ran into a large family room and found Givol cringing behind a love seat. "WHERE IS HE!?", Jhi demanded as he fired a second shot, "FOOM", blasting a chunk out of one of the mansion's beautiful, genuine marble walls, sending marble shrapnel into the cathedral style ceiling and nearby furniture. Givol screamed in fear as she leaped up from behind the love seat and ran to a staircase atrium then up a flight of steps to the 2nd floor. Jhi Fossa had only one reason for being in the Rat Family mansion. That was to get answers as to Zander's whereabouts, and blast a cantaloupe size hole through anyone who gets in his way. Jhi heard Givol scream from upstairs, "EVERYONE OUTSIDE!". "NO! YOU'LL BE AN OPEN TARGET OUT THERE!", a male voice replied as Jhi began to run up to the 2nd floor. As the Rat Family and servants continued panicking, running and hiding throughout the mansion, Jhi shouted, "JE METTRAI ZANDER EN ENFER! (I WILL SEND ZANDER TO HELL!)" and fired another shot, "FOOM", barely missing Joseph Finbecker Rat Sr. as the round went ricocheting off the marble walls down a long hallway into the Rat Family's private library, followed by the noise of a massive chandelier crashing down in the library. Joseph Rat, fearing for his life, swiftly ducked into a nearby room and slammed and locked the solid, red oak door behind him. "FOOM FOOM", two shots Jhi fired into the solid, red oak door, blasting out two holes in it, sending wood shards flying into the room on the other side, pocking chunks out of a marble wall into shrapnel that barely missed Joseph Sr., and destroying the door with it's beautifully ornate pearl, bird's eye maple and ebony inlay. It quickly became obvious to the estate residence that this was one fossa with a hot temper and was not the kind who played games. Jhi then ran to a large, lavishly furnished, foyer area adjacent to some bedrooms up on the 3rd floor. From behind a locked bedroom door, Jhi heard Hanan's wife, Judith, on a phone calling for help. "OPERATOR! OPERATOR! OPERATOR!", Judith screamed hysterically while frequently catching her breath. "GET ME THE POLICE!... THERE'S A MAD FOSSA IN THE HOUSE!... HE HAS A GUN AND HE'S TRYING TO KILL US!... WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!... IT'S THE ISCELBERG RAT ESTATE!... HURRYYYYYYYYY!" Jhi Fossa fled the Rat Family Estate with his smoking gun when he heard that. Jhi may be a bit crazy at times, but he's not stupid. He knew when it was time to leave. As Jhi ran through the grand entry foyer on his way out of the mansion, he, and a maid who was running for a place to hide, bumped into each other. The maid, a Malagasy civet, named Sharrah, was so terrified she fainted, passing out onto the floor. After Jhi Fossa had left, the Rat Family and servants, seeing Sharrah laying on the floor, had assumed that the intruding fossa had shot and killed her...That was until she woke up, crying, still scared half out of her wits, and no gun shot wounds were seen on her, which was a big relief to everyone. Joseph Rat mentioned that if Sharrah had been shot with what the intruder was firing in the Rat Family mansion, she would have been blown apart. None of the estate residents knew who Jhi was. All Hanan was able to tell the responding officers was Jhi's description, what happened, and that he thought it might have been a 357 magnum pistol that was used. Joseph speculated it may have been a 50 cal. The type of pistol was confirmed as a 50 cal when the officers collected the shell casings that were ejected from Jhi's gun. At one point, Hanan had to tell the officers that Japeth Fossa was not the intruder. Japeth was the Rat Family's only limousine chauffeur since Rohj had quit. And with only one year of experience, and what Rohj had taught him, Japeth was to begin training a fenec fox within a few days as the family's secondary chauffeur. After that incident, Zander's dad hired armed security to protect the family and the estate, and had construction started on a security wall around much of the acreage that surrounds the mansion, with all entrances key code accessible only, plus the installation of security cameras and outdoor lighting. The Rat Family never kept firearms due to Egypt's severe penalties for being caught with them. However, after this incident happened, Hanan III inquired to his politician friends about 'pulling some strings' that would allow the family to possess firearms. Hanan's friends in high places told him though, that not even they themselves can get by with owning guns, much less make it happen for someone else. But as Hanan's friends mentioned, which Hanan agreed, the estate now had armed security guards, which was not a violation of Egyptian law.

Meanwhile, Jhi Fossa had contacted a fellow fossa he knew, who worked in the 'black market', about purchasing a 300 H & H mag, high powered rifle, with a long range scope, to pick off the Rat Family and security guards at a distance from the Rat Family Estate. http://youtube.com/watch?v=lAXELlxWgZ8 . Jhi knew of some high ground, not far from the Rat Estate, where he could draw aim above that new security wall Hanan had built...or perhaps take a few, long range, potluck shots from on top of the high, desert, sand dunes at the edge of the green, fertile, Delta Valley, as the family comes and goes from the estate. But Jhi thought it over, how Nirina would loose her husband, and Chad would loose his dad, if one of those guards shot back and killed Jhi, or if Jhi got caught and given the death penalty for it. And there was also the risk of sparking off a family war against powerfully wealthy, secret society, illuminates, as well as with others among the ranks of the influential, dragging Jhi's loved ones into a living nightmare, with Jhi gone. So Jhi Fossa never followed through with that idea. Being with his family meant more to him than the satisfaction of revenge. Jhi figured God, whom he often referred to as "Zanahary" due to his Madagasy roots, will someday punish Zander, Zander's dad, their corrupt politician freinds and others for what Zander had done, as well as the rest of them for covering it up.

Three years later, in July of 1985, Jhi Fossa had a run in with Joseph Finbecker Rat Sr. Shortly before noon, Jhi, along with his wife Nirina, and his son Chad, then age 11, stopped in at a local hardware store to get some materials to repair a sink drain at their house. Joseph Rat with his wife Givol, and son Joseph Jr., then age 12, and daughter Julia, then age 2, were riding by in their chauffeur driven, Mercedes limousine, when "Joey" Sr. noticed Jhi Fossa driving the BMW he and his family were riding in. Joey Sr. positively recognized it was Jhi when they passed Jhi's car as it was pulling off of the street and into the hardware store parking lot. "The Fossa driving that car!", Joseph Sr. called out, then told the chauffeur, "Mondo! pull into to that hardware store! Mondo Mongoose turned the limo around then pulled into the store's sand and gravel parking lot just as the Fossa Family were getting out of their car. "I have a score to settle with that Fossa!", Joey Sr. exclaimed as he leaped out of the limo. "JOEY! LET WELL ENOUGH ALONE! IT'S BEEN THREE YEARS AGO!", Givol called to her husband. "YOU'RE THE SHIT HEAD WHO SHOT AT ME AT MY FATHER-IN-LAW'S ESTATE A FEW YEARS BACK!", Joey Sr. hollered as he came running at Jhi Fossa and punched him once in the snout. Much to Joesph's surprise, Jhi Fossa punched Joseph back the the face twice as hard, knocking the rat silly, then shoving him down across the rough gravel parking lot. Jhi then picked Joseph up in a neck hold and repeatedly pounded Joseph's face until the rat fell unconscious. "STOP IT! STOP IT!", Givol screamed from inside the limo as 12 year old Joey Jr. was crying, and as 2 year old Julia hugged onto Mommy, half scared out of her wits. Then Joey Rat Jr., still crying, got out of the limo, picked up a paw full of gravel and slung it at Jhi's car. That's when 11 year old Chad Fossa jumped out of his dad's car and started beating on Joey Jr., sending him back into the limo, crying even harder. "DON'T YOU EVER THROW STONES AT MY DAD'S CAR EVER NEVER AGAIN!", Chad Fossa retorted to Joey Rat Jr. as the traumatized rat cub scrambled back into his mom and dad's limo. As Jhi tossed Joey Rat Sr., still unconscious, back into his limo, Givol hollered, "YOU ALL ARE BRUTES! PRIMATIVE, HORRIBLE MONSTERS!" Nirina Fossa ran up to the open door of the limo and told Givol, "YOUR HUSBAND DESERVED IT! AND YOU HAVE SOME MONSTERS YOURSELF, LIKE THE ONE WHO SEXUALLY ATTACKED MY SON!... VOUS SALOPE CHIENNE!" "WHAT'S A LOPACHINEY!?", Givol replied. "YOU SLUT BITCH!", Nirina answerd. Givol Rat gasped in disbelief with her eyes and mouth wide open, as her husband still laid unconscious on the limo's floor, and her son still crying. Jhi slammed the door shut on the limo as hard as he can, then he walked over to the driver's door and knocked on the window. Mondo Mongoose lowered the powered window down only barely enough so he can hear Jhi. Then Jhi told the chauffeur, "Get this shit charade out of here or you're the next one to come out of this car". "Yes Sir!", Mondo replied, then drove the limo with it's occupants on the way out of the parking lot. As the limo was pulling away, Givol lowered a window enough to shout back, "YOU'LL HEAR FROM OUR LAWYER!" Givol then raised the window back closed as the limo left the parking lot and headed down the street.

Although Givol threatened legal action, a letter from an attorney never was sent to the mailbox of Jhi and Nirina Fossa. Joseph and Givol Rat were advised by their lawyer it would cost more in attorneys fees to sue Jhi and Nirina Fossa than what they could collect. Joseph Rat Sr. later told his wife's uncle, Attorney Heberen Rat, the local prosecuting attorney, that he now knows it was Jhi who shot up the Iscelberg Rat Estate. Heberen then told Joseph Sr., "Well, Joey, you know it's Jhi, and I know it's Jhi. But after three years, it would be difficult to prove it was Jhi Fossa who showed up with the gun on that day. They'd only throw it out of court". Zander was always the "bad apple" of the Iscelberg Rat Family. And this incident was one of many examples of how other animals were dragged into the situations that Zander had caused.

There was another encounter in April of the following year, 1986, when Jhi Fossa and his family were at a large community market (flea market). Joseph Rat and his family, who dropped by to see what the market was like, noticed the Fossa Family from a short distance away. Joseph got the attention of the Fossas, then slowly raised a middle finger at Jhi. "I can care less what it means, pal," Jhi called out to Joseph Rat as He, Nirina and Chad were giving the Rat Family dirty looks. Then the Fossa Family continued to go about their business. Joseph's wife, Givol, then pulled Joseph aside and gave him a good reprimanding over it, then scorned at him, "This kind of a vagabond market is not meant for the animals of our social status anyway". Then the Finbecker Rat Family left the market with 13 year old Joesph Jr. in the lead, and 3 year old Julia Finbecker Rat toddling along behind them.

This encounter at the community market in El-Minya, Egypt, in April of 1986, took place at the same time when Lacara Meerkat, in the Cunene Province of Angola, was two weeks away from giving birth to Zhang. And it was on the same day Annika turned 7 years old, and when Zhang's oldest brother Moze was age 6 and when next oldest brother Jorad was age 3 (died in the war at age 12). It was 6 years before Cheesah was born. And it was also when Zander Iscelberg Rat, then age 28, in India, was close to completing his junior year of med school. At that time, even Moze and Jorad (in Angola) at ages 3 and 6, seemed like they had more common sense than Zander (in India) at age 28.

Chapter 13. Zander Rat in India.

It was in India, Zander Rat attended med-school and became a doctor, graduating with his doctor's degree in the class of 1991, which was one year before Cheesah Meerkat was born in Angola...who would be the same meerkat who would 22 years later fuck up Zander in a hospital parking lot in India. Now Zander can pull almost the same perverted crap in India as he pulled in Egypt, but under the cloak of immunity...almost...by being a medical doctor. 'Almost', meaning that circumcision in India was still considered unethical, and in some places illegal, unless requested by the patient. But that didn't stop Zander Rat. He still pulled off doing unwanted circumcisions whenever there was no one around with authority above him to stop him. On the days Dr. Rat didn't have an ER shift at the hospital, he would also attempt to circumcise his male cub patients at his office of medical practice, which was located in a rented store front in an old, ratty strip-mall that had that late 1950s architecture. However, that circumcision notion didn't go over well with the cubs or with the parents of those cubs. The parents would always take their ailing cubs and storm out of Dr. Rat's office to go seek a different doctor. Dr. Zander Rat's circumcision fetish had also caused much friction between himself and the other doctors who will not do the procedure unless a consenting adult animal requests it. There in Salem, India, in April of 1992, a six year old male wolf cub was taken to the hospital by ambulance after he was struck on a bicycle by a car. Dr. Rat was among the doctors who were on emergency room shift that day. The wolf cub was not seriously hurt, but he did have a sprained knee and some small cuts and scrapes. At the hospital, the little wolf cub had a fellow wolf as his doctor, Dr. Clyde Wolf MD. The cub wolf and Dr. Wolf took a liking to each other, as did Nurse Sheryl Fox, as Dr. Wolf braced up the cub's sprained knee, and Nurse Sheryl Fox tended to the cub's cuts and scrapes. Immediately after the cub's knee was braced, Dr. Wolf and Nurse Fox had to go assist other doctors who were struggling with a bear who had been off his epilepsy medication and was having seizures...and he was a very strong bear to restrain too. Dr. Zander Rat did not offer any help for the bear, but after the bear's crisis was under control, Dr. Wolf and Nurse Fox went back to see how their little patient was doing, only to find that he was missing. Out of concern for the missing wolf cub, other doctors and nurses helped to look for him, which meant they had to momentarily leave the patients they were treating in order to do so. Everyone looked in the treatment rooms, around outside, in the hallways, and even in the patient and visitor's lounge in case he may have wandered there wanting a snack or a soda. Even Hospital Security was called to look for the cub, although they knew he couldn't have gotten far away on a sprained knee...not on his own anyway. Twenty five minutes later, an otter, who is a hospital security guard, found the cub in a large, A/C mechanical, utility room, still laying on the gurney he was treated on, sedated and out like a light, and...circumcised...which he wasn't when he came in. While the little wolf cub was still knocked out, his little K-9 wolf penis was sticking out in the open air, laying flopped over naked in it's owner's belly fur hairs, with stitches around it where a sheath recently was. The cub's penis sheath was discovered where it had been tossed over near some A/C machinery. "I'LL POUND THAT RAT INTO PULP!", Dr. Wolf raged, knowing from Zander's, then 1st year track record as a doctor, it had to be Zander who circumcised the wolf cub. "Poor babe", Nurse Sheryl Fox sighed for the sedated and circumcised wolf cub. "That lowlife rat sneaked him here to do this to him", Dr. Julius Orangutan scorned as the A/C machinery in the utility room continued running. "We know now why Dr. Rat was not with us to help with the bear...He was doing THIS", said Nurse Cindy Panda, a lesser panda. "Animals like Zander have no business being a medical doctor", Nurse Fox added as an intern wheeled the wolf cub out of the utility room and back to ER. "WHERE IS HE! HE HAS AN ASS BEATING COMING! Dr. Clyde Wolf exclaimed as he began to set out to search the hospital hallways for Dr. Zander Rat. Dr. Julius Orangutan talked Dr. Wolf out of searching for Dr. Rat, convincing him that Dr. Rat has mostly likely left to go home or to his doctor's office location after doing what he did. "Searching the hallways in this hospital is not helping our patients in ER", Julius reminded Clyde. "They need us in ER". Needless to say, the little wolf cub was hysterical over what was done to his penis when he awoke from the sedation, and his parents were highly pissed off over what was done to their son. The wolf cub did identify Zander Rat as the doctor who wheeled him out of ER when the bear was having the seizure, although from what the wolf cub recalled from there, Zander stuck him with a needle, then it was lights out. At that time, Zander Rat had been a doctor for only a year, and he had already fixed it to where no one else liked him. Dr. Wolf didn't like Dr. Zander Rat from almost as far back as day one a year earlier, back shortly after Zander Rat first got his doctor's license. That shenanigan Dr. Zander Rat pulled on the wolf cub in the A/C utility room did catch up to him though. Dr. Tavi Mongoose, who was a senior doctor by that time, came on ER shift the following day, Dr. Mongoose had already made several attempts before to get Zander Rat shut down for good as a doctor. And when he learned of what Dr. Rat had done to the wolf cub, he went straight to Administration and reported Dr. Rat for it, especially volunteering the information that it was done in an A/C utility room of all places. A week later, Dr. Zander Rat MD. was summonsed to to appear before a medical board hearing over it, which resulted in a 30 day suspension of his doctor's license. Plus, the wolf cub's parents had launched a law suit against Dr. Rat for it as well.

During the time Zander Rat's doctor's license was in suspension, he got really itchy to slice those penis sheaths off those male cub's little pee-wees. Not getting that opportunity for 30 days was really beginning to drive Zander up a wall. So Zander Rat invented some opportunities of his own. Zander got the wheels clicking in his noggin, and thought to himself, "As long as there are school yards to hang around in that are full of little cubbies, and alleyways to hide in...why not". It wasn't long before Zander was lurking around schoolyards, trying to lure male cubs with candy bars, hoping to circumcise one of them right there on the playground in front of the rest of the cubs. Zander figured on easily getting away before getting caught if he did circumcised a cub. But Zander quickly found out that idea didn't work the way he thought he had it planned out when the school principal and teachers ran Zander off before he had the chance to even lure a male cub. After the 30 day suspension of Zander Rat's doctor's license elapsed, Zander figured he would confine his circumcising fetish exclusively to his doctor's office, and that way the other doctors would not find out, and especially Dr. Tavi Mongoose would not know to report him. But Dr. Zander Rat found out that he figured wrong when he attempted to do a few unwanted circumcisions at his doctor's office, which caused those patients to seek a different doctor. And when some of those patients who left Dr. Rat went to see Dr. Tavi Mongoose instead, and they told Dr. Mongoose why they had left Dr. Rat as their doctor, Dr. Rat was back before the medical board again. And it wasn't long before Dr. Rat was again pushing his circumcision agenda on those patients who didn't want it, like he had been doing before. In the years to follow, there would be more times Dr. Rat would be summonsed before a medical board hearing, which would in some cases would result in more license suspensions.

During one license suspension in the year 1998, Zander Rat started pulling that stunt of luring male cubs with candy bars at schoolyards again. At one school, the principal who was a loin, and two teachers who were a bear and a wolf, got a hold Zander and roughed him up pretty bad, then stuffed Zander face first into a street side trash can with his legs and tail sticking up out of the can. When Zander got out of the trash can, he got the picture good and clear to stay away from that school. At another school where Zander Rat started to wave a candy bar around, Zander found out that the police had been immediately called, so Zander scrammed away from that school in a big hurry. So Zander Rat tried his luck in an alleyway between a cafe' and an emporium store, using a Zagnut candy bar as bait in hopes to lure a male cub to be circumcised. And Zander didn't have to wait very long. Along came a male genet cub, accompanied by a female bonovo cub, both on their way home from school. As the cubs approached, Zander mumbled under his breath, "Ooooweee! I just GOTTA cut that fuzzy little sheath OFF of that little genet's cub pee-wee-do. I just gotta. I just gotta. I want his little, cub size peeeeeee-de-de head being out and showing full time. Ooooo, say bye-bye to your sheath, you teeny, little pee-wee-do down there between that little genet's legs. You're about to loose it. Ooooweee, ooooweee". Then the cubs began to pass by where Zander Rat was still hiding in the alleyway. "Hey! Lookie! I got some cannnndeeeee", Zander Rat called from the dark alleyway at the cubs, as he held out the candy bar in one paw, but had a brain fart and held up the scalpel in his other paw. "RUN! IT'S THAT CREEP AT THE SCHOOL!", the female bonovo cub shouted. As the cubs took off running, the male genet cub hollered, "HELP! CALL THE POLICE!"

As Zander bolted after the cubs, a genet and a hyena, who were having a late lunch at the cafe', saw from the window what was going on and alerted a waitress to call the police. A mongoose couple who owns the emporium store heard the commotion and realized it was being caused by the same rat who had been hanging around earlier, so they too called the police. The cubs didn't have to keep evading that creepy rat for long. A police car soon arrived which two German Shepard police officers immediately bolted out of upon quickly braking the car to a stop, then chased after Zander Rat on foot. Thanks to those who called the police on Zander, Zander never got his paws on the cubs, especially on the male genet cub Zander was so Hell bent on circumcising. Zander had to break off the chase and flee from the police. Zander was chased by the police on foot across a grassy field toward a railroad line. The only way Zander evaded apprehension was to dart across the path of an Indian Railways freight train. Zander barely made it across the tracks, almost getting struck by the train, but the two German Shepard police officers had to stop the chase because they didn't make it ahead of the train in time. After Zander ran clear of the train, there was a 2nd set of tracks where Zander tripped on one of the rails, thus falling face first and scuffing himself up on the ballast track bed, including putting some scuff scratches on the unprotected head of his circumcised rat penis (Yeow...That had to hurt). Zander quickly got back to his feet and continued to flee as the officers who were held at bay on the other side of the passing train could only watch. Between the passing freight cars, they could see glimpses of Zander on the other side of the train, getting away. Before the last of the train had passed, the officers could see glimpses of Zander getting into his 1954 Lancia Aurelia sport car where he had parked it earlier on a roadside, then speeding away. In spite of this close call of almost getting caught, Zander Rat had in the following years to come, whenever his doctor's license would be in suspension, would still, like a hard head, resort to luring male cubs with candy bars at school yards and from alleyways in hopes of circumcising one.

In February of the following year of 1999, during one of those license suspensions, Zander Rat was run off from hanging around...of all places...an orphanage. Zander had planned on cutting some sheaths off of some of those orphan cub penises. But it was made clear to Zander that he had better not show up there again if he knew what was good for him, thus the orphan cubs were kept safe from Zander and his scalpel.

In May of 1999, Zander Rat had his doctor's license suspended again. This time for three months. It was over circumcising a 7 year old, male, Malagasy civet cub who came into ER with a busted snout from fighting with an older cub. During those three months, Zander Rat was just about climbing the walls over not having more opportunities to circumcise more cubs. So one afternoon, while sitting at home, sipping on a cup of coffee and watching television, Zander Rat hit on a really twisted idea...He then got into his 1954 Lancia Aurelia sport car and drove out to the special school for mentally handicap cubs. "THOSE cubs should be eeeeazzzzy targets", Zander said to himself on his way to the school. "There not very smart and will fall for ANYthing...Hur hur hur...I'll get THEIR pee-wee-do sheaths". Upon Zander's arrival to the special school, teachers and other staff immediately realized that the Lancia sport car and the Rat who had just stepped out of it, carrying a first aid box, had no business at the school. "Some dim-wit cub pee-wee-do head gonna stiiiiiick oouuut, he he he", Zander muttered out loud. However, Zander didn't think that for long. A beaver who was a grounds keeper for the school was within earshot of Zander, and heard what he had just said. "THAT RAT'S AFTER THE CUBS!...SOMETHING ABOUT THEIR DICKIES!", the beaver called out as he pointed at Zander. Immediately, teachers and other staff came running over and surrounded Zander. The beaver told them what he heard Zander Rat say. Zander stood there and looked stupid as other staff members got the cubs back at a safe distance. Then a clouded leopard who was one of the teachers, snatched the first aid box away from Zander. "I saw him get out of his car with this", the clouded leopard said as she pawed it over to a staff member, who pawed it to the school principal, a binturong. When Principal Binturong opened the first aid box, and everyone saw that it contained a scalpel, suture supplies and a circie-clamp, the binturrong, the clouded leopard, a wolf and a bear commenced pounding and mauling the shit out of Zander Iscelberg Rat with every strappin' inch of his life. The special needs cubs were getting a kick out of watching Zander get beaten up, thus a fox told them, "Inside, cubs. Let's everyone get inside", as she ushered them into the school building. After they were satisfied that Zander had enough, they dragged Zander over to his Lancia Aurelia sport car, which had the top down, and threw him into the driver's seat head first. Zander was up-side-down behind the wheel of his car, with the top of his noggin on the floor near the driver's petals, and his feet, tail and rat penis sticking up out of the car. Zander Rat, who was really hurting bad, eventually got himself situated behind the wheel of his car then drove back home. Zander Rat didn't ever dare show-up at that special needs school again.

Among the victims of Dr. Zander Rat's circumcision fetish that got a lot of attention in the year 2000, was a 4 year old male kitten.

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The kitten's parents took him to the hospital emergency room to get stitches in his paw where he got it cut playing around with a broken bottle. Unfortunately for the little male kitten, Zander had emergency room shift at the hospital that day. And even though Zander was not assigned to the kitten's case, Zander moved in on the first opportunity he got when the kitten was unattended and circumcised him...sedating him first of course to keep him quiet.

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The penis of a male feline is built short with a short sheath to start with, and Zander had removed the entire loose skin from base to head. Zander had cut the base of the penis skin away from the surrounding skin that is not even the penis, all the way up to cutting the sheath lining completely off of the back of the head of the kitten's penis. When Zander got done, all the kitten had for a penis was just the head alone above the ball sack. The corona of the head was stitched directly to where the base had been removed. And because there was nothing left attached to the back of the head to run stitches through, stitches had to be ran through the head itself to attach it to the skin where the base no longer was.

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After Zander finished his dirty work, the other doctors noticed the kitten missing. They didn't have to look for him very long until Doctors Julius Orangutan and Tavi Mongoose found him in a side treatment cubical where Dr. Rat had left him still laying on a gurney, sedated, and missing his entire penis sheath. Dr. Tavi Mongoose mentioned right then about filing another malpractice report on Dr. Zander Rat and having him summonsed before the medical board again.

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Of course there was the usual hysterical screaming and crying from the cub, or kitten, when he awoke and found out what Zander had done to him. Once the drama unfolded in ER over what Dr. Rat had done, Dr. Rat made his convenient exit and left for the day. Needless to say, the kitten's parents were ready to kill someone over it, and were talking about law suits.

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With all inconsideration toward his victims and others, Dr. Zander Iscelberg Rat MD. in the years to follow, would refer to the circumcision he inflicted on that kitten as his "master piece work of art"...although Zander never did get the picture that the nurses and fellow doctors were not amused by it.

Shown below are Doctors Kyle Genet and Julius Orangutan rebuking Dr. Zander Rat.

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There was an unwanted circumcision Dr. Zander Rat had done to a opossum cub in the year 2001. A opossum couple took their 7 year old, male cub to the hospital one evening with flu like symptoms and a really high fever. Zander had emergency shift that night and was assigned to the opossum cub's case. Right from the beginning, Zander was exhibiting a substantial level of incompetence in his attempts to diagnose the opossum's cub's ailment, and Dr. Julius Orangutan was about to take over, thus relieving Zander Rat from his futile attempts at diagnosing the cub. But knowing Dr. Rat, he simply could not leave the scalpel off of male genitalia. "Ooooo, eggs over sausage. This one's gonna be different", Dr. Rat sadistically thought to himself. Before Dr. Orangutan took over as the opossum cub's doctor, and while the cub's parents were in the waiting room, Dr. Rat wheeled the cub into an unoccupied treatment room, sedated the opossum cub, and circumcised him. Dr. Zander Rat also, out of being a wise ass, cut and stitched the right side of the base of the opossum cub's penis a bit tight. Zander knew what circumcising one side tight would do because of the way much of a male opossum's penis is split down the middle with a clef.

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A opossum's penis is only suppose to split when it is hard, and the halves of the head normally stay together when flaccid. But when Dr. Zander Iscelberg Rat MD. got done with the little opossum cub's penis, the penis would continually pull itself in halves from the tension of it's own flesh. The left side of the head pointed straight ahead, and the right side of the head pointed 45 degrees outward and slightly down. The penis head was now continually exposed and would not go back together on it's own.

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After the dirty work on the opossum cub's penis was done, Zander wheeled the cub back into the main emergency room area for Dr. Orangutan to treat. When Dr. Orangutan approached the opossum cub, he thought he noticed the cub was sleeping. Then he noticed the cub was sedated and freshly circumcised. "DAMN IT, ZANDER, YOU SHIT FOR BRAIN!", Dr. Orangutan shouted. "Where is he!". Dr. Dennis Fox and Nurse Teisha Civet came running over and noticed the opossum cub sedated with his circumcised penis split and pointing two ways. "Zander again", Nurse Civet retorted. "Where IS that rat", Dr. Fox exclaimed. Dr. Rat couldn't be found anywhere. It was assumed he had slipped out and gone home while the heat was still on. "He has always left and went home each time after pulling this kind of a stunt", Nurse Civet mentioned. The only thing left to do at this point was to diagnose and treat the opossum cub, which is what Dr. Orangutan did, then prescribed some medication to clear up the opossum cub's illness. When the cub's parents saw their son, they were outraged at Dr. Orangutan, threatening him with a law suit. "I am NOT responsible for this! Why sue ME?!", Dr. Orangutan asked the cub's parrents. "FOR THAT!", the cub's dad ranted at Dr. Orangutan, while pointing at his son's disfigured penis. "You did this to our son. YOU are responsible", the cub's mother insisted. "I did not do this to your son", Dr. Orangutan informed the cub's parents. "He did not", Dr. Fox affirmed. "The doctor who saw your son first is the one who circumcised him", Nurse Civet told the parents. "And a hack job at that", Dr Fox added. "You are of course referring to Dr. Rat", the cub's mother said to Nurse Civet, then told Dr. Orangutan, "Dr. Rat told us YOU did it". "I can assure you I did not", Dr. Orangutan assured the cub's parents, as Dr. Fox and Nurse Civet affirmed. "Well, we're talking to your hospital's administration in the morning, and get this sorted out", The opossum cub's dad said. "Then we are seeing an attorney". A short while later, the opossum cub awoke from the anesthesia and was totally devastated over what had been done to his penis. And the things the cub said eluded to it messing with his mind even more over his, "Little Pee-pee stays pulled in half. It can't come back together". When Zander Rat was summonsed in the morning to talk to the hospital administration, the opossum couple was there with their cub, and Nurse Civet and Dr. Fox were also present. Zander tried to lie to administration at first, blaming it on Dr. Orangutan as circumcising the opossum cub. But when they had Dr. Orangutan enter the admin office, and when the opossum cub testified that it was Zander who stuck him with a syringe and made the cub "go to sleep", Dr. Zander Iscelberg Rat MD. abandoned any further attempts real fast to continue lying about it. Zander Rat was then scheduled to go up before the medical board again for another hearing. On the following day, the opossum cub's dad saw Zander Rat in town, and beat him up pretty bad. Dr. Julius Orangutan also had an issue to settle with Dr. Zander Rat...That was Zander lying about it and trying to put the blame on Julius Orangutan as the perpetrator who sexually hacked the opossum cub. Three days after the inquiry with hospital administration, Dr. Orangutan caught Dr. Rat in a part of the hospital parking lot where the security cameras don't see. Julius Orangutan commenced pounding the Hellfire out of Zander Rat with every inch of his life. And Orangutans are really powerful animals when they are pissed. At one point during the beating Julius gave Zander, Zander was pounded so hard, he actually shitted while he was getting beat up. It would not be the last time Dr. Zander Iscelberg Rat MD. circumcised cubs, but that was the only and last time he ever tried to claim and blame someone else as doing it.

The emotional trauma of the penis being robbed of it's sheath was bad enough on the cub as it was. But it was REALLY messing with the cub's mind about his penis also staying always split into two halves all the time. The cub would lament over it, saying, "Pee-pee don't know himself split in half". He would sometimes push the halves of his penis together, imagining that his penis was aware of what was happening only while he held the halves together, then would say to it, "My poor Pee-pee. You're back. It's gonna be alright, Pee-pee". Then when he took his paws away, and his penis split back out divided again, he'd cry to the halves of his penis, "Come back and be my Pee-pee again". The opossum couple, seeing the emotional agony their cub was going through, eventually took their cub to Dr. Orangutan's office location to see about getting Dr. Rat's damage to the cub's penis undone as much as possible. Unfortunately, Dr. Rat had cut every bit of loose foldable skin away from the cub's penis...On a male opossum, like many male animals, that length directly behind the head has unmovable skin as a long sulcus, and is not made to move loose and fold over. As a result of how Dr. Rat did the circumcision, there was no possibility of stretching a reconstructed sheath. However, Dr. Orangutan was able to do a small graft in order to relieve the pull on right side of the base of the penis, thus allowing the halves of the penis to be able to stay joined back together on it's own.

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A male opossum is OK with "little Pee-pee splitting his little head apart" when it gets hard. But when it's flaccid, any male opossum wants little Pee-pee to keep his little head together...That's just the way it is with opossums...Sort of a 'opossum thing'.

One afternoon, later in 2001, a male lion and his lioness came into the hospital emergency room with their 9 year old male cub who had a bad burn on his right arm. The cub had been burnt when he and a friend were fooling around with a sky rocket they had earlier stolen. Dr. Zander Rat was on ER shift along with Dr. Tavi Mongoose that day, and Dr. Mongoose was assigned to the lion cub's case. At one point while Dr. Mongoose was treating the lion cub, he had to leave the cub for a moment to assist another doctor who was treating a female binturong with a broken leg. Dr. Rat didn't have a patient at the time (not that he always knows what he's doing when he gets one), so Dr. Rat made his move. "I get to cut a liiiionnn peeee-weeee. Uncover that prickly head", Zander muttered under his breath as he approached the lion cub. Zander started the conversation with the cub, "They told me to take over for Dr. Mongoose. Now we first need to get you sedated". Before Zander could wheel the cub to a secluded place, he heard a female lioness ask, "Son. Has THIS taught you anything about playing with fireworks?" "I guess so, Mamma", the cub answered as Dr. Rat turned around and saw both of the cub's parents who came to reprimand their son. "And I'm disappointed about you and your friend stealing that sky rocket too", the cub's dad reprimanded. And Daddy Lion was a big lion too. And Mamma was almost as big a lion as Daddy. As the lions continued lecturing their son, Dr. Rat realized he would have been caught in the act by the those two big lions of trying to circumcise their son. Daddy was tall enough to have to bend down some to get through a standard doorway. That Daddy lion could easily snap Zander in two like a tooth pic, and Zander knew it. So Zander backed off, and no longer dared to even so much as think about circumcising that lion cub. "Well, lets get your arm patched up little lion", Dr. Mongoose said as he returned. "Didn't he say he's gonna be my doctor?", the lion asked as he pointed to Dr. Rat. "He's not. I still am", Dr. Mongoose answered the cub, then told Dr. Rat, "Zander, you have no business near this patient...GET!". Daddy lion then gave Dr. Zander Rat a stern look that scared Zander so bad, he had to quickly get to a restroom in order to avoid dropping a shit on the floor. Dr. Rat didn't dare touch or come near that lion cub. Daddy Lion made sure of that. And Mamma Lion made sure of that. And Dr. Tavi Mongoose made sure of that as well. Dr. Zander Rat kept his distance during the time Dr. Mongoose completed treating the cub, and the cub being discharged from the hospital.

Early in 2002, at the hospital ER, Dr. Kyle Genet was assigned to treat a five year old, male jackal cub for a sprained shoulder from wrecking a go-cart. Dr. Zander Rat also had ER shift at the hospital that day, and had recently been pulled away from his incompetent attempts at treating a civet for a job related chemical burn on his leg. "I've got it, Zander. At least I know what I'm doing", Dr. Clyde Wolf taunted Dr. Rat as he took over treating the civet. "That Rat was really beginning to scare me", the civet said to Dr. Wolf. "He scares us all actually", Dr. Wolf replied as he began treating the civet's leg burn. With nothing else to do, Dr. Rat began hanging around Dr. Genet as he was treating the jackal cub. "Get away, you sicko", Dr. Genet warned Dr. Rat. "Go clean toilets or something...something you might be good at". "He's...a doctor?", the jackal cub's mom asked Dr. Genet as Dr. Rat walked away. "Unfortunately", Dr. Genet answered, then added, "And what ever you do, do NOT allow him near your son...believe me". As Dr. Genet began to set the jackal cub's shoulder, Dr. Zander Rat came hanging around again, and Dr. Kyle Genet had to tell Dr. Rat again to scram. The jackal cub's dad, feeling a bit uneasy, told his wife, "I'm going to the car for a minute, Dear. Fight that rat off if it comes to it, but keep him away from our son. I'll be back". "OK", the cub's mom acknowledged as the dad left to go to the car. A couple of minutes later, the dad came back, wearing a belt with a pouch on the side, then continued to stand by his wife as Dr. Genet continued to treat their son's sprained shoulder. Moments later Dr. Genet had to walk off to get some extra fasteners for the sling he had just put on the cub's shoulder. With Dr. Genet momentarily away, that's when Dr. Rat showed up like a pesky fly that won't quit, carrying a scalpel and a circie-clamp. "What do you think you're doing", the cub's dad scorned at Dr. Rat as the cub became frightened. Dr. Rat began pushing the gurney away with the cub on it. "NO YOU DON'T!", the cub's mom retorted as she grabbed the gurney, stopping it. "I'm warning you to leave us alone!", the cub's dad told Dr. Rat. "Look", Dr. Rat began to argue. "Your son's not circumcised, and I'm fixing this now", Dr. Rat continued as he attempted to move the gurney. The cub's dad then reached into the belted pouch he was wearing and pulled out a loaded pistol. "GET AWAY FROM THAT CUB, OR THE NEXT BREATH YOU DRAW WILL BE IN THE PITS OF HELL, DOC!", Daddy warned Dr. Rat, pointing the pistol straight at Dr. Rat's head. Dr. Zander Rat just about shit where he stood, with his eyes and mouth wide open, as he stared down the barrel of the jackal's loaded pistol. "WOAH! WHAT'S WITH THE GUN!?", Dr. Genet exclaimed as he returned, dropping the sling fasteners. "GET SECURITY IN HERE!", Dr. Wolf called out to a nurse. Within moments, hospital security guards came rushing into ER and over to where Dr. Rat and the Jackal Family were. Two guards, a male otter and a female fox, successfully talked Daddy Jackal into pawing the pistol over to them, thus disarming the volatile situation. "He was gonna shoot me! He was gonna shoot me!, Dr. Zander Rat rambled on as he jumped up and down, pointing at the jackal. "ZANDER, SHUT IT!", Dr. Genet called out. "ONE MORE PEEP OUT OF YOU, ZANDER, AND I'LL FLATTEN YOUR ASS!" Dr. Wolf warned Dr. Rat. "Zander's fetish again?", Nurse Linsang asked. "I told Zander time after time to stay away. He's like a persistent fly that won't qiut.", Dr. Genet mentioned. After the situation in ER was under control, Dr. Wolf, being the senior doctor in ER that day, sent Dr. Zander Rat straight to the administration office. Hospital security had also escorted the jackals to Admin as well. And other doctors and nurses who could be spared from ER at the time were also called to Admin to testify what they had seen happen. With Zander Rat's reputation being well known for what it is, Daddy Jackal was not criminally charged, although they very well could have if they had chose to do so. However, Daddy Jackal was told, "You are banned from returning to this hospital premisses ever again...except if you are in medical need. If you are not in need of medical attention, you don't come back here". As for Dr. Zander Iscelberg Rat MD., he was scheduled to go up before the medical board again for another hearing. And on the day of Dr. Rat's hearing two weeks later, his doctor's license was suspended for three months. That jackal cub was among those cubs Dr. Zander Rat never did get to circumcise.

Chapter 14. Death of Hanan III

Early one afternoon, on September 26th, 2005, Dr. Zander Rat was setting a cast on a broken leg of a fox cub who had a bicycle accident. Zander was having the incompetent difficulty he often has, so Dr. Sharuel Bear was sent to relieve Dr. Rat of his patient. "I can't believe this. How hard can it be to set a broken leg?" Dr. Bear retorted to Dr. Rat. "You've had eight years of med school like the rest of us, and had your doctor's degree for 14 years. You should know how to do this". Dr. Wolf called out from the hallway, "Oh, but Zander Rat is good at doing circumcisions though!", after overhearing Dr. Bear reprimanding Zander. It had been less than a week earlier Dr. Rat had performed his most recent circumcision. It was on an 8 year old fossa cub in which the scalpel slipped and put a permanent scar on the face of the cub's penis head. So not only was the fossa cub's penis always exposed, it was always exposed as a penis with a scar across it's face as well (Scar Face Pee-pee)...All done against the will of the family and the cub of course. Dr. Rat was already worked up and raring to cut the sheath off of another cub's pee-wee, so Dr. Rat chose to remain in the treatment room with the young, male, fox cub, in hopes that after Dr. Bear had completed setting the leg and left, Dr. Rat can get a circumcision in on the young fox. However, Zander's plan was thwarted when Nurse Teisha Civet stepped into the treatment room and informed Zander that he had a phone call in the doctor's lounge, and it was urgent. Thus the young fox was saved from having his little red rocket penis deprived of it's sheath. When Zander Rat arrived to the doctor's lounge and took the call, it was his sister Givol calling from back home in Egypt, and sounding like she had been crying. Givol informed Zander that their dad had a major heart attack an hour and a half ago, and the doctors don't expect him to live. Givol then put older brother Hanan IV on the phone. "Hello Zander", Hanan IV greeted his brother in a mournful tone. "Yea...Hi, Hanan. Givol told me", Zander answered, still stunned by the bad news. "We're at the hospital at Dad's bedside", Said Hanan IV. "Before Dad went back into a coma, he said he would like to have us all here". I don't know about me being in Egypt though", Zander retorted. "Those cub's daddies. And those cubs are all big and grown up now". "Look. Zander. That was 23 years ago. They said Dad is lucky if he makes it for a few more days. We all want you here", Hanan replied. "But but", Zander began. "Zander, I can send Dad's private jet there to Salem, India to pick you up. You'll be with us at Dad's bedside in a few hours", Hanan IV offered to his brother. "But what about that whacked out fossa you all told me about?", Zander asked worriedly. "You know. The one who was shooting up the mansion, looking for me after I came to India." "Again, Zander. Twenty three years ago. I'm sure he's cooled down after all these years", Hanan tried to reason with his brother. "That crazy fossa won't even know you're here. And after Dad leaves us, you'll be back in India right away". "I'm just to scareeeed to be there though", Zander retorted. "He's your dad, Zander. You're not going to be there for him?", Hanan asked his brother. Various family members tried to talk Zander into taking the trip to Egypt to be there by Dad's bedside, but to no avail. So they talked a while longer before ending the call. Grieved by the bad news about his dad, Zander took the rest of the day off. Over the next couple of days, Zander and his family would frequently phone each other and talk a while. This is one of those times when family members stay in touch. Three days later, well into the morning of September 29th, Zander was finishing breakfast at his favorite cafe before beginning his day. About a minute or two before 8:00 am, India time, as Zander was on his way to his car, his cell phone rang. When Zander answered, it was his mom, Judith, crying and telling her son Zander that Dad had just passed away at 4:46 am, their time in Egypt. That was only 15 minutes ago. Because of the difference in four time zones, it was already well into daylight in India. Zander and his family talked a while, made funeral arrangements and set a time for the reading of the will and settling the estate. The family offered to have the family private jet (now belonging to Judith) fly Zander in to attend the funeral, but Zander still said he would be to scared of his grown cub victims and of their daddies to go to Egypt. They talked a while longer until Zander had to make some other calls. Zander had a few appointments to see patients in his office that day, so he contacted them to postpone those appointments, and took the day off.

When Hanan Iscelberg Rat III, then age 82, was on his death bed, that was during the same time when the meerkats were on that September 2005 road trip leaving Angola on their way to the Port of Beira. In fact, at the moment Hanan III drew his last breath in the hospital in Egypt, that was only a few minutes after Moze and Leia's Opal station wagon lost it's muffler on that lone, narrow, concrete highway in Mozambique a while before dawn.

Just like Zander was never at his dad's bedside when his dad passed away, Zander never attended his dad's funeral, and was not present for the reading of the will either. Zander never left India that whole time.

On the morning of November, 23rd, almost two months after Hanan III's death, Zander Rat received a registered flat in the mail that he had to sign for at the postal facility. It being sent from the family's attorney, Zander knew it contained a copy of the disposition of the Iscelberg Rat Estate. Coincidentally, that was the same day Raphael Meerkat was being born at Yannas Fossa's house, just one town away in Yercaud...and at the same time of day too. "Oh wow!, Zander gleefully exclaimed as he stood in the lobby of the postal facility, rapidly shredding off the manila colored, 9"x12" envelope. "What did Daddy leave me?! What will I get?! What will I get?!" Zander Rat began to read with much enthusiasm the document containing the words, 'Be it known to all interested parties, the disposition of the Iscelberg Rat Estate as decreed herein the will and last testament of the late Hanan Iscelberg Rat III, and in of sound mind...' "I can barely wait to see what's coming to me!", Zander gleefully exclaimed. Then Zander continued to read, '...Monetary sums of 25 million pounds go to Hanan Iscelberg Rat IV, Joan Iscelberg (Zendler) Rat, Hanan Iscelberg Rat V, Wanda Iscelberg Rat, Givol Finbecker (Iscelberg) Rat, Joesph Finbecker Rat Sr., Joseph Finbecker Rat Jr., Julia Finbecker Rat...' Sums of 25 million pounds were also left to to the aunts, uncles and cousins as well. There were even friends of the family, the house servants, grounds keepers, chauffeur, and some of the late Hanan III's former business associates who received sums ranging between one million and five million pounds. The late Hanan III's businesses and business accounts, investment properties, antiques, art, stocks, construction and railroad bonds, oil and gas contracts, corporate shares, copyrights, patents and other intellectual property were willed to various family members and inlaws. A sum of 200 million pounds was donated to charity, most of which went to a trust fund set up in London, which was actually redirected to a donation for the Shriners. And the rest of the multi-Billion pound family monetary assets, the mansion and it's 24 acres of Nile River front property, boats, cars, planes, recreational vehicles, the family's private resort properties, along with a private owned island retreat in the Indian Ocean went to his widowed wife, Judith Iscelberg (Rhostin) Rat. One of Zander's ex-wives from a dysfunctional marriage 26 years back, who Daddy Rat felt sorry for, was awarded one million pounds. And Zander Iscelberg Rat was awarded only five hundred thousand pounds (Gee, wonder why). It was like a hit between the eyes to Zander when he held that copy of the document and read, 'And a monetary sum of 500 thousand pounds goes to my youngest son, Zander Iscelberg Rat'. "I WAS CHEATED!...SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK! DAD, YOU LOW LIFE BASTARD!", Zander Rat hollered out in the postal facility lobby in the presents of other anthro-animals, some with their cubs, as he clinched and crumpled the papers in his fists. "EVERYONE GOT TWENTY FIVE MILLION POUNDS AND A BUNCH OF OTHER DAMN FREAKIN' SHIT! AND I AIN'T GOT SHIT! EVEN ONE OF THOSE CRANKY BITCH EX-WIVES WHO DIDN'T GET ALONG WITH ME GOT MORE THAN ME! MOTHER FUCKEN' SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" "GET OUT OF THIS POSTAL FACILITY NOW!", a panther counter clerk called out to Zander. "YOU WILL NOT TALK THAT WAY IN HERE! IF YOU GOT MORE BUSINESS TO DO, TAKE IT TO THE POST OFFICE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED BACK IN HERE ANYMORE!" "EXCUUUUUUZZZZZZE ME! BUT I JUST GOT FUCKED OVER ON MY INHERITANCE, - IF - YOU - DON'T - MIIIIIINNND!", Zander protested to the panther as he tossed the crumpled document copies on the floor, and continued to make a drama scene in the postal facility lobby. Immediately, the panther swiftly ran out from behind the counter toward Zander. "OK! I'M GOIN' I'M GOIN'!", Zander exclaimed as he bolted out of the front door and left the postal facility. After Zander was kicked out of the postal facility, he promptly called his mom to find out why he got the least than anyone else. Five hundred thousand pounds being way more than what most anthro-animals will ever see in their lifetimes didn't mean anything to Zander. All Zander cared about was that he felt that he was entitled to get what he felt he should have got. He wanted what was 'coming to him'. When Judith, then age 80, answered the phone and recognized it was her son Zander, she immediately asked him, "Do you realize how early you got me out of bed?...Well?...Do you?" Although it was about 9:00 am in India, it was still around 6:00 in the morning in Egypt. "Yeeeaaaa, Mom. I knoooooooow", Zander replied. "Uh, I didn't get twenty five million pounds like everyone else got...Whyyyyyyy?" "Zander, you don't deserve it", Judith replied, then went down a case history of Zander's screw ups, stupidity, and how it endangered the family, and at times how it cost the family large amounts of money. Judith then continued to lecture her son, "You don't even deserve the five hundred thousand pounds you got. Consider yourself lucky you got THAT. If you got what you REALLY deserve, you would be owing compensation to the family right now, and not inheriting anything". "No, Mom, no!" Zander retorted. "Dad fucked me over!" "Watch - your - mouth. You're talking to your mother", Judith scolded Zander. "But I was cheated!", Zander insisted. "I'm not continuing this call any longer", Judith told Zander. "I was singled out!", Zander argued. "Your father gave you more than you deserve. If you could talk to the dead, you should thank him", Judith argued back. "You know, Mom. I don't feel so bad Dad is dead now. I hope Dad's roasting in Hell. A real HOT Hell", Zander told his mom. Judith replied, "That attitude is why you didn't get twenty five million pounds"...>CLICK< "Don't do this to me!", said Zander. "Hello?.....Hello?" "SHIT!...FUCK SHIT!", Zander hollered as he slammed his cell phone down on the sidewalk, smashing it into three pieces. Dr. Rat's next hospital patient was a 7 year old, male binturong cub who had to have his gall bladder removed. Dr. Rat took the matter out on the young bintrung for how the disposition of his late dad's estate was awarded. While the binturong cub was still under anesthesia, Dr. Rat circumcised him, and cut him tight. Then just for more spite, Dr. Rat twisted the cub's penis around to stitch it up so the head of it would be constantly up side down, with the peehole turned upward, and the face part of the head turned downward facing the nut sack. "There! Little dickie-wee can look up side down at his nut sack all day long", Dr. Rat snidely said as he stitched up the binturong cub's penis. Normally, Dr. Clyde Wolf and Dr. Tavi Mongoose would step in and put a stop to Dr. Rat from doing that kind of stuff, but the were busy with other patients. It was just Dr. Rat, two nurses who he had authority over, and the young patient. One the nurses questioned Dr. Rat, "That's not even natural. It shouldn't be turned up side down like that." "Ieeee'mmmm the doctor. Ieeeeee know what I'm doing", Zander insisted as he completed the sadistic circumcision procedure. Two hours later, the other doctors found out what Zander had done to the young binturong's penis, when they heard the binturong cub in the recovery room screaming, crying and freaking out over what he found out was done to him. And when his parents saw it, they were about ready to kill someone. Dr. Tavi Mongoose, who was then available, had the young binturong taken back into O.R. and put back under anesthesia. Although, Dr. Mongoose was not able to do anything about getting a penis sheath back for the cub, he did undo the stitches and restitch his penis turned the proper way. A few days later, Dr Zander Rat went up before a medical board inquiry to answer some questions about what he had done to the binturong cub. It was during that inquiry Dr. Zander Rat had his medical license suspended for six months, and he came very close to loosing his license in the country of India permanently. During the medical board inquiry, Zander was shown some photos that were taken at the time of the incident of the binturong cub's penis when it was still the way Zander stitched it up side down. The photos were used as evidence in making the decision to suspend Zander's medical license. At the time Zander saw someone with a camera taking the pictures, he was actually stupid enough to think that someone was taking novelty scrapbook photos of the cub's messed up penis as a memento of the occasion. It was a week later the biturong cub's dad saw Zander Rat in the parking lot at his favorite cafe getting out of a brand new, glossy black, Dodge Viper Zander had just bought with some of that inheritance money Daddy Rat left him. Daddy Binturong unmercifully beat the shit out of Zander right there in the parking lot bad enough to lay him up in the hospital for three days. While Dr. Zander Rat was laid up in the hospital, he phoned his receptionist, Zella Gerbil, to send billing notices to the binturong couple for the gall bladder surgery he performed on their son. The notices were sent from Zella's home, being that Dr. Rat's office was closed down during the six months that his medical license was in suspension. However, after that perverted circumcision stunt Dr. Rat pulled on the binturong cub, his parents were not about to so much as pay Zander two paises (Indian equivalent to pennies and shillings). Once Zander was out of the hospital, he purchased another cell phone and continually made phone calls to his family to pester them about 'why he didn't get twenty five million pounds like everyone else'. Being that Zander's doctor's license was in suspension, he had plenty of time on his paws to pester his family. During an argument over the phone, Zander told his sister in law, Joan, "Why don't you just fuck yourself with a roll of coins?!" In another phone call, his mom's chauffeur, Japeth Fossa, answered the phone and Zander told Japeth to stuff his one million pounds so far up his ass that it comes out the other end until he chokes on it. Japeth just hung up on him then left the phone off the receiver so Zander would get a busy signal. "Japeth, who was it?", Judith asked. "Zander. Who else?", Japeth answered. "What did HE have to say this time?", said Judith. "Trust me, Judith. You don't want to know", Japeth assured her. There was one call when Zander told his mom, "I wish lightning would strike the mansion and burn it down with you in it"...The mansion is a stone building, with iron roof framing and clay tile shingles, and is not likely to burn anyway. The calls got so frequent, and the arguments and drama got so bad with Zander cussing out family members over the phone, all of Zander's family had their phone numbers changed to unlisted numbers so Zander could no longer call them. Only the family's business numbers remained the same, and employees were instructed to hang up if Zander called.

After the six month suspension period on Zander Rat's medical license had passed, and his license was reinstated, Dr. Zander Rat's office was once again open for business as usual...unfortunately. Dr. Rat wasted no time having Receptionist Zella Gerbil send more billing notices out to the parents of that binturong cub he did the sadistic circumcision to. This time, the notices were not so friendly, and contained language about legal ramifications for nonpayment. Then there was the notice where Dr. Zander Rat had threatened the Binturong Family that the next letter was to come from an attorney. That letter was the last straw. When the Binturongs opened and read that letter, Daddy Binturong immediately drove to Dr. Rat's office. "DR. RAT! I HAVE SOMETHING TO SETTLE WITH YOU!", Daddy Binturong hollered as he entered the waiting room of Dr. Rat's office, and waving the billing notice. "Sir! This is a doctor's office! Do you mind?!", Zella Gerbil retorted. About that time, Dr. Rat left a patient he was with to come out to see what was going on. "Oh, it's about time you decided to pay that delinquent bill", Zander said as he approached the binturong. "I was beginning to wonder if..." >BAM< Daddy Binturong punched Zander square in the face and commenced to unmercifully beat the living shit out him right there in the waiting room, like he did in the parking lot of the cafe months earlier. Daddy Binturong literally mopped the floor with Zander, then picked him up and continued to beat the shit out of him like a punching bag. Zander was thrown over chairs and other cheap chintzy furniture in the waiting room, breaking and knocking them over. A few times, Zander's face was repeatedly rammed into a wall then rammed down onto the receptionist counter in front of Zella Gerbil. Two of Zander's patients, a male skunk with an abdominal pain, and a mother fox who's son had flu like symptoms, were frightened so badly, they got up and left to go see a different doctor. When the binturong was done with Zander, the quack doctor laid unconscious on the floor of the waiting room in bad need of an ambulance ride to the hospital. Daddy Binturong then picked the billing notice back up off the floor, shook it at Zalla Gerbil, and told her, "I don't believe my wife and I will be receiving any more of THESE, right?" "I'm a female. Don't you lay a paw on me", Zella warned. "I'll have my wife come down here and do THAT if you like", the binturong replied. "Uh...No", Zella answered. Nurse Jamie Squirrel slowly came out into the waiting room and saw Dr. Rat out cold on the floor, blood on a wall and chairs turned over. "YOU have a problem with any of this?", the binturong asked her. "No no. Everything's cool", replied Jamie Squirrel. Then Daddy Binturong told Zella Gerbil, "When that disgusting sicko creep wakes up, you tell him my wife and I will see an attorney for what he did to our son. HE will owe OUR FAMILY money. We won't owe HIM the first paise". After the binturong stormed out of Dr. Rat's office, and got into his car and drove away, it was decided by Nurse Squirrel that Dr. Rat needed to go to the hospital, so Zella Gerbil called an ambulance for him. This time, Zander Rat was laid up in the hospital for a week.

The five hundred thousand pounds Zander inherited didn't last long either (Egyptian pounds exchanged for Indian rupees). Back on the day when Zander received his inheritance money, he had already gone out and spent $134,000 to purchase an American built Dodge Viper, then spent $55,000 on a full restoration job on his 1954 Lancia Aurelia sports car (the one with the circular grill...the one Cheesah would kick the quarter panel in on 8 years later). Of the binturong cub Zander circumcised and stitched his penis up side down, the cub's parents successfully sued Zander for the equivalent of $200,000 in rupees of that money (some of which to go for genital restoration for the cub). During the time Zander's medical license had been in suspension, he was without an income for those six months, so Zander lived down some of that money during those six months. Zander plowed through more than another $100,000 in attorney's fees, over the next two and a half years, trying to sue his family's estate for the twenty five million pounds Zander figured he was entitled to...but to no avail. As for the few thousand rupees left, Zander lavishly squandered it within several weeks. In less than three years, all of Zander's inheritance money was gone.

Chapter 15. More of Dr. Rat's Shenanigans.

Adult male animals were not immune to Dr. Zander Rat's sick fetish either. In the years 2007 and 2008, among his male cub victims were three adult males, an Asian palm civet, an African civet, and a Fossa. In early 2007, the palm civet had to go in for heart surgery. Dr. Rat was not one of the doctors who operated on the palm civet, however the palm civet's surgery was at a time Dr. Rat had an ER shift. After the surgery was done, Dr. Rat sneaked into the recovery room and added a circumcision to go with the palm civet's open heart surgery. As a result, the palm civet found a good attorney and successfully sued the hospital for 180,000 rupees over the loss of his penis sheath. Dr. Rat went up before another board hearing and came close to loosing his doctor's license for good over that one...The hospital share holders didn't exactly ignore the loss of 180,000 rupees.

In the summer of 2007, Dr. Rat snagged the penis sheath off of the African civet. The African civet needed to have a cancer infested kidney removed. The African civet was Dr. Wolf's patient, and Dr. Rat had ER shift that day. The removal of the tumor infested kidney went smoothly without complications, but before the civet was taken to the recovery room, Dr. Rat made his move when the patient was momentarily unattended. Dr. Wolf was outraged when he and the other surgical team members saw the patient with his penis sheath cut off...On top of all that, Dr. Rat had no business in OR that day. Dr. Rat's assigned place of duty was in ER that day. When the patient awoke in the recovery room, he was upset and irate over the surgery that was not suppose to have been done to him. The African civet swore that the doctor who did that to him would be dropped into Hell if he ever caught up to him. Dr. Wolf took it personal, it being his patient. Being that Dr. Wolf was there for his patient's surgery that day, and didn't have an ER shift, he waited in his car for Dr. Rat to get off from his ER shift. After Dr. Rat got off shift, Dr.Wolf followed him to where he stopped on his way home at a small shopping center. Dr. Wolf pulled up along side that glossy black Dodge Viper of Zander Rat, yanked him out of his car and beat and mauled the shit out of Dr. Rat right there in the parking lot. By the time Dr. Rat, badly beaten up, went squawking to a store owner to call the police, Dr. Wolf had already left, thus Dr. Rat had no proof or case against Dr. Wolf. It would be for a few years to follow that Dr. Zander Rat would always have to keep an eye over his shoulder on the look out for that civet's family members who were out to get him.

In April of 2008, a male fossa came into ER aboard an ambulance with a broken leg and a dislocated shoulder. The fossa received his injuries on a construction job as a result from an 'airhead' sloth bear on the crew improperly assembling a scaffold. Part of the scaffold had collapsed, causing the fossa to fall 15 feet. Dr. Rat had an ER shift that day and was assigned to the fossa's case. Dr. Rat decided to sedate the fossa and move him into a secluded treatment cubical, where he was to be assisted by two nurses. Right from the get go, Dr. Zander Rat exhibited his usual incompetence in setting the fossa's leg. When the nurses would point out to Zander the things he was doing wrong, Zander would reply, "I'm just testing you nurses to be sure you know what you're doing". The nurses were the ones who actually got the fossa's leg and shoulder set correctly. Then Dr. Rat began to circumcise the fossa. "Hey! What are you doing?!", One of the nurses, a genet, protested to Zander. "I say the patient needs a circumcision. I'm the doctor. I know what I'm doing", Zander retorted as he continued the circumcision on the fossa. The other nurse, an aardwolf, ran out from the treatment cubical into the main ER and got another doctor to stop Dr. Rat. But by the time Zander was stopped, so much of the fossa's penis sheath had been cut, there was no way to save it and the sheath had to be completely removed, thus leaving the fossa's long, double barb clustered, trumpet shape headed penis completely out exposed in the open, with no sheath for it to go back into. Dr. Zander Iscelberg Rat was kicked off of ER shift and sent home that day. Needless to say, the patient was not a very happy fossa when he awoke from the anesthesia and discovered why his penis felt so different. Dr. Rat had already been sent home by then, but the fossa swore if he ever found Dr. Rat, he'd 'knock a few holes in that rat with a pistol he always kept in his car.

In the spring of 2010, Dr. Zander Rat REALLY fucked up with that circumcision fetish of his. A young bear cub was taken into ER with sprained knee from a dirt bike accident. Dr. Rat was not assigned to the bear cub's case, but he lied to the bear cub and his mom, telling them he had been assigned. Dr. Rat wheeled the gurney carrying the cub into a treatment cubical, and telling the cub's mom to wait out in the main ER. Zander Rat sedated the bear cub, circumcised him, then left for home before shit would hit the fan when the bear cub awoke. What Dr. Rat didn't know, and soon found out, that bear cub he did the unwanted circumcision on was a nephew of the mayor of the City of Salem, India (where the hospital is located and the city where Zander lives). Beside Dr. Zander Rat getting sued for 50, 000 rupees, and the hospital getting sued for 500,000 rupees, and Dr. Rat going up before another medical board hearing and getting his doctor's license suspended for three months, the mayor had the Salem Police Department harass Zander Rat everywhere he went for the next two years. It seemed like every time Zander Rat turned around, he was always getting a ticket for one thing or another. They ranged from going a half a mile over the speed limit, to not giving a turn signal early enough, to having a little dust on the tag and taillights. One time, Zander Rat got a littering ticket for spitting from in his car. There were times the police would pull Zander over and search his car for no reason. The officers would tell Zander Rat, "You looked suspicious to us, so we just wanted to search your car to make sure you weren't running illegal drugs. Or that you weren't a terrorist or something like that". During one stop and search, Zander Rat got so antagonized, he began raving and ranting over it. Zander quickly found himself staring down the barrels of three police issue pistols until he cooled down. It was seldom Zander Rat could drive anywhere without a police car pulling in behind him and following him all over town. When Zander Rat was out in the Viper, he wanted so bad to floor it and leave the police behind. But Zander didn't dare try it. Even though a 320 km/h (200 mph) Dodge Viper can outrun the police cars, it can't outrun a police helicopter. During that time, a 14 year old, adolescent jackal stole a ride mower from out of Zander's yard that Zander had paid 2,500 rupees for. He was the same jackal cub who's dad held a gun on Dr. Zander Rat at the hospital nine years earlier to stop Zander from circumcising the cub when he was five years old. That was the jackal cub who had the go-cart wreck. When Zander called the police, he was told, "Well, we didn't see it happen. So there's nothing we can do about it. Have a nice day". Two days later, Zander was out driving around in his Lancia and saw the adolescent jackel and an adolescent hyena cub riding his mower along one of the side streets. When Zander called the police and identified his mower, he was again told, "We didn't see the cubs take it. Nothing we can do". "And don't be taking the law into your own paws or YOU'LL go to the zoo", another officer told Zander. After doing nothing about Zander's ride mower, the officers then conducted a street side inspection on Zander's Lancia, found a burnt out parking light, and wrote Zander a ticket for it...Wow, THAT one backfired in Zander's face. Zander Rat's green and metal flake silver, ride mower looked really nice before it got stolen. But within a week, the jackal and his friends had removed the blade deck, other attachments and the muffler. They also painted it with cans of orange spray paint, put race car stickers on it and painted the shiny green wheel rims flat black. And an adolescent aardwolf friend had changed some belt pulleys around on it so they can race it up and down the residential streets at 40 km/h (25 mph) as a stripped down lawn tractor. Zander had several times seen jackals, hyenas, an aardwolf and dingos, all adolescents, hot rodding his stolen ride mower at 40 km/h down the nearby streets, painted orange with race car stickers on it, without it's mowing deck, and without it's muffler as it loudly sounded off >POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP<. And it also looked like it had already been flipped over at one time. It would grind on Zander Rat whenever he would think of how much he paid for that mower. One day, Zander Rat had walked out his front door and caught the jackal and his aardwolf friend in the act of dragging #16 penny framing nails down the side of his Dodge Viper. "FUCKEN FIRE SHIT!", Zander Rat hollered as the two adolescents dropped the nails and took off running down the street laughing. When Zander called the police, they wouldn't even attempt to get paw prints off the nails. "Who's gonna pay for THIS!", Zander retorted as he pointed to the damage to his car. "That's what you got insurance for. Use it. Have a nice day", an officer replied to Zander as the two officers got in their patrol car and left. Because Zander Rat filed a claim on his insurance to get the side of his Viper repainted at Chariots of Fire Customs and Classics, that made his rates go up. Zander Rat eventually resorted to seeking help from an attorney as to what can be done about the police harassment, and about those cubs who stole his ride mower and nailed the side of his Dodge Viper. Zander's jaw dropped wide open when he heard Attorney Weasel tell him, "Well, as I understand this situation, you seemed to have made some bad blood with some very powerful animals around here, including the mayor of this city". Zander just replied, "Huuuuuhhh?" Then Zander retorted, "Ya know Mr. Weasel?...I paid twenty five hundred rupees for that mower". "Aww, let those crazy, delinquent cubs keep it", Attorney Weasel replied. "The police aren't going to do anything...Not for you anyway". "What about all the traffic tickets the police are piling on me? It has gotten really costly", Zander added. Attorney Weasel then answered, "My advice, Zander...Just pay them and go on...That's all you can do". "You mean?! You mean?! You're not doin' nothin'?!", Zander Rat protested. Attorney Weasel replied, "Look, Zander. What do you expect me to do? You made your own bed. I heard about what you did to Mayor Bear's nephew last year...To put it simple, you stepped on the wrong toes that time. And they're not going to let you forget it". "Soooo...Then?", Zander muttered. "It's not over until THEY say it's over...Until then, deal with it, Zander", said Attorney Weasel. "I wish I could give you better news...You should have left Mayor Bear's nephew alone". As Zander got up to leave, he muttered, "Mayor Bear. Mayor Bear. What a douche". "Excuse me, Mr. Rat", Attorney Weasel called Zander down. "Mayor Bear has done a lot of good things for this city. And I voted for him in the last election. If you have anything bad to say about Mayor Bear, you need to take it somewhere else...Bye". Zander stood for a moment, looking stupid. "I said, bye", Attorney Weasel reminded Zander. Needless to say, Zander left Attorney Weasel's office as one really pissed off rat...not to mention Zander still had to pay a 70 rupee consultation fee. Zander was so pissed, he threw a crumpled 100 rupee bill on the receptionist's counter and stormed out without his change. Then there was the time while Dr. Zander Rat was at his office of medical practice, writing out fraudulent prescriptions for his drug addict clients and seeing other patients, the young jackal, two of his hyena friends and his aardwolf friend showed up at Zander's house with machetes. "You sure that creepy rat's at work?", one of the hyenas asked. "I bet he's cutting up dicks right now", the aardwolf replied as the others laughed. "Yea. Just like we're gonna cut up his banana trees", said the jackal. Zander Rat had lots of beautiful banana trees on his property, which the four youths immediately commenced hacking to pieces with the machetes. As the youths continued hacking up Zander's banana trees and laughing about it, the jackal went over to a tree loaded down with clusters of ripe, golden yellow bananas. "That stupid rat likes circumcisions so much. Let's circumcise his bananas", the jackal exclaimed as he hacked the clusters of bananas into chunks falling off of the tree while the others laughed. Before the youths left, they threw bananas all over Zander's yard and driveway and against his house, and against his 1954 Lancia Aurelia (Zander took the Viper that day). Then they took some bananas with them to eat along their way. By the time the youths got done, Zander Rat's banana trees looked like they were hit by World War Three. When Zander Rat got home and saw the ruins of what was once his 'precious' banana trees, he hollered out, "MOTHER FUCKEN' SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT! MY BANANAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!". After Zander called the police, an officer told him, "There's nothing we can do. But this big banana mess is a health hazard. You need to clean this up before the health department writes you a citation". And because Zander Rat's neighbors didn't like him, those who did see it happen claimed they saw nothing. There was also the time the young jackal and his aardwolf friend threw roofing nails in Zander Rat's driveway. Zander later unknowingly backed his Viper over the nails as he left to go to an ER shift he had that day. By the time three of the tires on Zander's car began to go flat, there was already a police car following Zander like they had always been doing. When Zander had to pull over with three flat tires, and another one starting to go flat, the police officer who was following Zander wrote him a ticket for driving around on faulty tires. Zander had to call the hospital to cancel his ER shift that day, then call a roll-back wrecker to take his car to a tire shop. At the tire shop, one tire was salvageable to be repaired with vulcanizing patches. The other three tires could not be fixed and had to be replaced. There were several occasions when Zander Rat would choose to walk to nearby places, figuring that way, he couldn't get a traffic ticket. But Zander was wrong. He would get those jaywalking tickets that anyone else rarely ever gets. In the summer of 2012, the adolescent jackal and his friends found out where Dr. Zander Rat's office location was. It was in a rented store front which shared the same old, late 1950s style, ratty strip mall with two bail bonds agencies, a claw (nail) manicure salon and a few vacant store fronts. Dr. Rat's office was not in a nice medical professional complex like where the other doctors had their offices of medical practice. One morning, early in July of that summer, Dr. Rat went to open for business that day and saw in big, orange, spray painted letters, "QUACK", on the front plate glass windows of his office. When Dr. Rat called the police, he got the same ole, "What do you expect US to do about it?". The only thing Zander could do was to have Nurse Squirrel and his receptionist, Zella Gerbil scrub "quack" off the windows before the business day began. Then throughout the rest of July and into August, there were 16 other occasions where "QUACK" showed up on the windows by morning again at Dr. Rat's office, eleven times in orange, one time in yellow and four other times in lime green....One of those mornings, Dr. Rat had an ER shift at the hospital, and was alerted by phone from Zella Gerbil that the window had been spray painted again. And each time it happened, Dr. Rat called the police, only to be told, "Nothing we can do. Have a nice day". And each time, Dr. Rat had to send Nurse Squirrel and Receptionist Gerbil to scrub "quack" off the windows. By that 17th time "QUACK" was spray painted on the windows, Dr. Rat had been really pissed off a long time ago. Dr. Rat finally had a security camera system installed at his office. Three days after the security cameras were installed, Dr. Rat drove his Lancia Aurelia into the parking lot of the ratty strip mall his office is in, and heard the burglar alarm system sounding off, >WEE-DOO-WEE-DOO-WEE-DOO-WEE-DOO<. Then Dr. Rat noticed one of the large plate glass windows in front of his office had been smashed out, then exclaimed with much optimism, "Oh yea! I KNOW those cameras caught them! I got 'em now!". As the alarm loudly continued, >WEE-DOO-WEE-DOO-WEE-DOO<, Zella Gerbil shouted over the noise, "THEY GOT ONE OF OUR WINDOWS". "I KNOW. BUT THAT CAMERA GOT 'EM. SOMEONE'S GOIN' TO THE ZOO NOW. YEA!", Dr. Rat loudly answered as he unlocked the front door. Inside, as the alarm continued >WEE-DOO-WEE-DOO-WEE-DOO<, there was broken tempered glass granules all over the floor and furniture of the waiting room, and a brick near a table. Dr. Rat stuck a key in a switch panel, shutting off the alarm >WEE-DOO-WEE-Do<. After Zander called the police, he viewed the video that the security system had recorded during the night. "Oh boy, oh boy, I got 'em now", Dr. Rat said as he finally found the footage he was looking for, then set the monitor for full screen on the camera that recorded the incident. Nurse Squirrel and Zella Gerbil wanted to see the video also, so Dr. Rat let them watch. The camera that saw it was located at the back of the waiting room, near the receptionist counter, facing the big front windows. On the video, the time readout was at 12:47 am (47 minutes after midnight), and it showed several shadows showing up outside cast in the parking lot lights. The sound track had picked up a voice outside, "That stupid Rat needs some air conditioning", along with the sounds of others laughing. "That's the jackal and aardwolf who stole my ride mower last year! And scratched up my Viper!", Zander exclaimed as he recognized the adolescent animals in the video. "Well, they're caught now", said Nurse Squirrel. Then an adolescent dingo and two adolescent hyenas came into the picture. And the video reception was good and clear as a bell. There was no mistaking as to who they were. Dr. Rat, Nurse Squirrel and Zella Gerbil watched the video as it showed one of the hyenas pawing the brick over to the aardwolf. Then the footage showed the aardwolf outside throw the brick, as he grunted, "UHH!" >POP< it showed the window explode everywhere into granules. >WEE-DOO-WEE-DOO-WEE-DOO-WEE-DOO< it showed the alarm sound off as the brick bounced across the floor in the waiting room, then came to rest near the table. "SHIT! THIS PLACE HAS AN ALARM!", the jackal could barely be heard shouting over the alarm. "He he he! I got you shit asses now, an' you don't know it yet! He he!", Dr. Rat said as the video showed the youths fleeing from the scene. Dr. Rat then reversed the video to where the youths showed up so he could play it for the police. However, when the police arrived they viewed the video, then told Dr. Rat, "Well, as you can see, the reception is not good enough to make a positive identification. There's no proof. Nothing we can do". Zander just stood there dumbfounded, going, "Duhhhh". Then Dr. Rat retorted, "Uhhh, what about the brick? Don't it have paw prints?" "Bricks are known to be porous. We might be wasting our time trying to get prints off that brick.", an officer told Dr. Rat. "That's the way it goes, Bub", another officer said as they left. After the police had left, and Nurse Squirrel was vacuuming the glass granules, and Zella Gerbil was phoning the landlord about the broken window, Dr. Rat was ripping the cameras down in a fit rage of temper. In reality, the police could have used the video as evidence, and gotten paw prints from the brick, if they wanted to, but Dr. Rat was still paying for circumcising Mayor Bear's nephew two years earlier. "WHAT GOOD IS IT TO EVEN HAVE THESE FUCKEN' CAMERAS ANYWAY", Dr. Rat raged as he ripped the cameras by their mounts out of the walls. Dr. Rat took the cameras out back and slammed them as hard as he can against the inside of the dumpster, as they sounded off with a loud >BOONG BOONG BOONG< as they hit. "FUCKIN' SHITTIN' PUNKS GOT AWAY WITH IT!", Dr. Rat shouted out by the dumpster. About that time, the female French poodle who ran the claw manicure salon stepped out the back door of her place of business and saw Dr. Rat still throwing his tantrum. "ZANDER, CAN YOU KNOCK IT WITH THE NOISE?!", the French poodle scorned at Dr. Rat. "YOU ARE FREAKING OUT MY CUSTOMERS!...THANK YOU!" After Dr. Rat stormed back in through the back door of his office, the French poodle went back about her business. To top it all off, Dr. Rat had to pay for the replacement cost of the window. As a business tenant renting from the strip mall, Dr. Rat was responsible for any damages to the portion of the building he rented, except for in the case of damage caused by war or natural disaster...Dr. Rat was also made to pay for wall repairs where he ripped the cameras out. Ever since Dr. Rat sexually violated Mayor Bear's nephew, it seemed like everyone was allowed to walk all over Dr. Rat like a welcome mat. But Dr. Rat had to make sure he tip-toed on egg shells. The slightest slip-up got him harassed by the police, fined or both. And that went on for over two years...almost into 2013. During that time Zander Rat's auto insurance premiums were always high, apple pie in the sky, sky high from all the traffic tickets he had been accumulating. Zander Rat got all too familiar with that blare of a siren and seeing the flashing lights in his mirrors...It was made crystal clear to Zander Rat that Mayor Bear is good friends with a lot of powerful animals and with a lot of 'good ole boys'.

Meanwhile, in El-Minya, Egypt, after 31 years, if Jhi Fossa (now age 62) ever found Zander, Jhi still would not hesitate to kill him. Jhi's molested son, Chad (now age 39), still attends therapy to this day. Chad became suicidal at age 17 (the same year Zander Rat graduated from med school in India), forcing Jhi and his wife, Nirina, to mortgage their home to pay for their son, Chad's, psychiatrist bills, because of Chad's bad experience, at age 8, with Zander Rat. And that's only one example of the families who's lives were turned up side down by Zander Rat. Many anthro animal families, including Zander's own family who lived in fear of retaliation, were caused to suffer hardship, intense drama and bad experiences, with members of a few families in Egypt turning to alcohol and drug abuse, in the wake left behind from Zander's sick fetish.

Chapter 16. Same Old Zander Iscelberg Rat

November 30, 2013 was a day that Dr. Zander Rat had an ER shift at the hospital. It was a shift beginning early in the evening with Dr. Tavi Mongoose already having to get on Dr. Rat for a constant stream of "heel to toe" screw-ups. Only an hour after Dr. Rat came on shift, Dr. Mongoose had to tell him, "I should send you home, Zander. I'll do that rather than let you kill a patient". Even nurse Sheryl Fox, who is not even a doctor, had to catch Dr. Rat in time to stop him from administering penicillin to a linsang with an ear infection who was highly allergic to it. Shit hit the fan for a minute or two over that one, as Dr. Mongoose simply told Zander, "Get away from the patient, now!". The linsang with the ear infection felt more at ease when Dr. Mongoose assigned Nurse Fox to treat him. Dr. Mongoose was still busy treating a fellow mongoose who had a paw lacerated from a circular saw accident. Dr. Clyde Wolf was also on shift, but at the time he was busy treating a civet who had come in with an asthma attack...As it was, Dr. Wolf was already feeling like he could slap Dr. Rat up side the head a good one. Eventually Nurse Fox completed treatment for the linsang with the ear infection. The only thing left was to write out an antibiotic prescription (which Dr. Wolf took the time to do...being a qualified doctor), and have the linsang go see the billing department on his way out. Shortly after, Dr. Mongoose got the other mongoose's paw stitched and bandaged, and a prescription written out for medication to prevent infection. It was about an hour later into the evening before the Dr. Wolf's patient, the civet with asthma, could be released. Dr. Wolf got the civet an inhaler refill from the hospital pharmacy before she was released, and she would see her regular physician in the morning. For a brief while, no more patients came into ER, so the doctors and nurses took turns chilling out in the doctor's lounge, but ready to report back to ER if called via intercom. During that time, Dr. Mongoose also took the time to pull Dr. Rat aside and give him a good stern lecture about his constant screw-ups he's been doing that evening. Later, while doctors Tavi Mongoose and Clyde Wolf were in the doctor's lounge, Nurse Teisha Civet's voice came over the intercom, "Dr. Mongoose, Dr. Wolf, Dr. Rat, report to ER please...Dr. Mongoose, Dr.Wolf, Dr. Rat". "Well, were needed", Dr. Wolf said as the two doctors got up to head back to ER. "Yes. Duty calls", Dr. Mongoose replied. When doctors Mongoose and Wolf returned to ER, a female fox had just come in by ambulance, and was complaining of bad chest pains. Dr. Mongoose took her as his patient, and Dr. Wolf offered his assistance until he himself was needed for a patient. As Tavi and Clyde were considering the fox for admission into the hospital, Dr. Wolf mentioned, "I haven't seen Zander lately". "Probably somewhere screwing off", Dr Mongoose replied. "We don't need him anyway". It wasn't long before Dr. Wolf had to pull away from assisting Dr. Mongoose and Nurse Civet with the fox. He and Nurse Sheryl Fox were needed to tend to a panther who was injured in a car accident and had arrived by ambulance. The panther was still conscious but badly banged up. Then a sloth bear couple came in with their 6 year old daughter who had stepped in a roofing nail that was still deep into her foot. "Where is Zander?" Dr. Mongoose retorted. "We have a sloth bear cub with a nail in her foot, and another doctor screwing off somewhere". Nurse Civet then pulled away from assisting Dr. Mongoose just long enough to make the intercom announcement, "Dr. Rat, you're needed in ER. Dr. Rat, you're needed in ER". Still no sign of Dr. Rat. Dr. Wolf had to finally send Nurse Fox over to treat the sloth bear cub's foot, until she would be needed come back and help. Nurse Civet made another intercom announcement, "Dr. Rat, you are need in ER". "Let me have that", Dr. Mongoose told Nurse Civet as he took the microphone. "Dr. Zander Rat, get to ER now! We have a patient in need! Get in here now!", Dr. Mongoose announced. Three minutes later, Dr. Zander Iscelberg Rat MD. comes ditty-bopping into ER. "Where the Hell have you been?!", Dr. Mongoose scorned Dr. Rat. "We're short on help! There's a cub with a nail in her foot! Get on it!". Within minutes, the sloth bear cub could be heard screaming and crying. The bear cub's mom exclaimed at Dr. Rat, "That's enough! Leave her alone!" "Hey doctor, do you even know what you're doing?!", the cub's dad retorted. "Zander's violently wiggling that nail in her foot!", Dr. Wolf told Dr. Mongoose. "ZANDER, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!", Dr. Mongoose asked. "Uhhh, trying to jiggle it out?", Dr. Rat replied with an overtone of doubt to his answer. "Get away from the cub, Zander! Just get away from her! WE'LL take care of it!", Dr. Mongoose sternly told Dr. Rat. Dr. Rat just stood there looking stupid, then back-talked Dr. Mongoose, "I can do this...I'm a doctor too, ya know". "You're not...No you're not... I don't want you near our daughter,". the bear cub's mom told Dr. Rat. "I'm warning you to step away from our daughter, you quack", the cub's dad added. Daddy Sloth Bear got Dr. Rat's attention real quick, and he then backed off. "I can manage here OK if you want to treat the bear cub", Dr. Wolf told Nurse Fox. "I can call you when I need you". Nurse Fox agreed to treat the little bear cub, and Dr. Rat felt embarrassed when Mamma Bear said, "I'd rather a nurse who knows what she's doing treat our daughter than to have a quack who calls himself a doctor". As Nurse Fox began tending to the bear cub's nail in the foot, a meerkat couple came into ER with their 8 year old son who had a rather gravelly cough, and was complaining about feeling weak. "From what his parents told me, it sounds like pneumonia", the triage nurse told Dr. Mongoose as she described the cub's symptoms. "It sure sounds like it", Dr. Mongoose replied to the triage nurse. "Have them wait over at that gurney". The triage nurse lead the meerkats over where she got the meerkat cub comfortably situated on a gurney to wait for a doctor to see him. Then she assured the meerkats that a doctor will be with them shortly as she left to go back to the triage station. "Zander, get over here", Dr. Mongoose called out. "Yea", Dr. Rat replied in his normally goofy tone of voice as he came walking over. Dr. Mongoose and Nurse Civet were still tending to the fox with chest pains, and Dr. Wolf was still patching up the panther who had the car accident. So Dr. Mongoose asked Dr. Rat, "You see that meerkat cub over there?" "Oooo yeeeaaa!", Dr. Rat answered as he noticed the cub was a male...and not circumcised. "Listen to me, Zander", Dr. Mongoose instructed. "He has symptoms of pneumonia. All I want you to do is to get the cub over to x-ray. Tell the x-ray tech you need pictures of his lungs to check for pneumonia. And when you get them, do NOT try to diagnose them yourself. You bring them to ME, and I'll tell you what to do from there...You got it?". "No problem. It's a cinch", Dr. Rat replied so confidently, as he continued staring across ER at the meerkat cub's genitalia. Dr. Mongoose noticed some distraction on Dr. Rat's part, so he had Dr. Rat recite the instructions to make sure he got them...which Dr. Rat was able to recite word for word. Satisfied with that, Dr. Mongoose then sent Dr, Rat over to get the cub to x-ray. Before going over to where the meerkats were waiting, Dr. Rat deviated out of his way to a treatment side room. "Where is that silly rat going?", Dr Wolf asked as he saw Dr. Rat heading for the side room instead of going where Dr. Mongoose told him to go. "I know I told him to get that meerkat cub to x-ray", Dr. Mongoose retorted. In that side treatment room, in a counter drawer, is where Dr. Rat kept a scalpel and a circie-clamp stashed. Once Dr. Rat got his clamp and scalpel, it was off to see the meerkats like he was told to do...although Dr. Rat was NOT told to detour to go grab a clamp 'n' scalpel. "I think Zander's going over there now", said Dr. Wolf. "Good", Dr. Mongoose replied. "Oooo. That little meerkat male simply MUST have his pee-wee-do loose his sheath", Dr. Rat mumbled as he headed over to the meerkats. "I'm gonna GET that sheath, he he". "Dooo-de-do...De-do-de-do", Zander Rat sang to himself as he walked across the ER to greet the Meerkat Family. "Hello, I'm Dr. Zander Iscelberg Rat", Zander Rat egerly introduced himself to the meerkats. "And I take it this is the little one we'll be checking this evening. What seems to be goin' on?". "He's has a rattle in his chest when he coughs. And he says he feels weak", The cub's mother told Dr. Rat as Dr. Rat kept glancing his eyes down at Raphael's penis sheath and balls. Then Zander was asked by the cub's dad, "What is that plastic thing? And what's with the knife?" "Oh. This is a circumcision clamp." Dr. Zander Rat proudly explained. "Before we do anything else, that nasty skin cover needs to come off your son's penis. By the way, you yourself should also consider getting..." "QUE O INFERNO?! (WHO THE HELL?!)" Daddy Meerkat cut Dr. Rat off in mid sentence, Dr. Rat having no idea what 'Que O Inferno' meant. The cub began freaking out, screaming and crying, scared half out of his wits...The last thing a little boy meerkat with pneumonia needs. Although Dr. Rat didn't quite get the picture, the acquaintance between the Meerkat family and himself got real ugly real quick. Mamma Meerkat demanded a different doctor, which Zander Rat knew would mean missing the chance to circumcise that meerkat cub. "I DON'T WANT MY PEE-PEE CUT", the cub cried. But Zander simply pulled that old doctor's argument, "It's all about what I feel is best in my professional opinion".

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"BACK OFF! AND I MEAN NOW, RAT!", Daddy Meerkat shouted as it just sailed into one rat ear, bypassed Zander Rat's brain, and out the other rat ear. But ohhh-no...stubborn Zander wanted to circie THIS little meerkat cub. So Zander set the scalpel on the gurney to have a paw free, and retracted Raphael's penis sheath aallll the way back, poking his little meerkat penis head and shank all the way out. "Now if I can just get this bell on his little pee-wee-do", Zander Rat thought as he tried to get the clamp bell over Raphael's penis head. "Damn. Hold still", Zander thought as Raphael began kicking and fighting it. "STOP THIS! NOW!", Mamma Meerkat screamed. But Dr. Rat was so engrossed with wanting to circumcise the cub, he never heard Mamma's scream. The cub struggled then kicked the scalpel Dr. Rat had set on the gurney. "Oops. Woaha", Dr. Rat thought as he had to let loose of Meerkat cub's penis, allowing it to sheath back in, so he can quickly catch the flying scalpel. "Awww, come on, pee-wee-do. Get back out here and get your circie-dooooo", Dr. Rat thought as he was ready to grab for cub's penis again. >WHUMP WOOSH stumble stumble stumble<, Dr. Rat went flying and stumbling across the floor, almost getting knocked on his ass. Dr. Rat did manage to hold on to his clamp and scalpel though. Then Dr. Rat found himself getting slapped around a few times and getting roughed up by Daddy Meerkat. "WHAT'S GOING ON OVER THERE?!", Dr. Rat heard Dr. Tavi Mongoose call out...who was still treating the heart patient. "WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN! DR. ICE BERG! WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE?!", Dr. Rat then heard Dr. Clyde Wolf answer. "Yea. Zander the Sander", said Nurse Teisha Civet. "Why does he always pull that crap?" A fearful sense of 'wake up call' set in on Dr. Rat, being face to face with an angry Daddy Meerkat, and hearing him holler, "STAY AWAY FROM MY SON OR I'LL KILL YOU, YOU CREEP! THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING!", as the cub's Daddy began backing him away.

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"They must be stopped!", said Nurse Civet. "Someone will be hurt!" "NO! Let him have at it. I'd like to see that meerkat nail the living shit out of Zander Ice Berg", Dr. Rat heard Dr. Wolf call out, as by now, Dr. Rat was scared shitless. Zhang continued backing Dr. Rat away, telling him, "Those things tougher than you even dream of being, I've laugh at, voce pedaco de merda (you piece of shit)!" "Voice tobbacco da murder", Zander fearfully thought as he continued backing away, "He's gonna kill me". Then Daddy Meerkat continued cussing out Dr. Zander Rat in some foreign language that Zander Rat didn't understand, which intimidated him even further. Zander also noticed from a few glances, Mamma Meerkat consoling her cub, who penis sheath he did not get. About this time Dr. Rat had visions of a big grand hearse rolling down the highway, hauling a casket containing the body of what would be the late Zander Iscelberg Rat. Zander Rat noticed other doctors, hospital staff and a few patients looking on intensely, like they were waiting for something to happen. At one point, Dr. Rat got to thinking, "I KNOW...Maybe I can stab him with my scalpel...Yea". However, some sense of instinct that all animals have told Dr. Rat, "You'll definitely die trying it...And you won't put the first scratch on that meerkat". Dr. Rat felt like he was staring into the face of the Death Angel seeing the look in Daddy Meerkat's eyes. What Zander Rat only suspected, but didn't really know, is that if Zander had tried to use that scalpel on Daddy Meerkat, Daddy Meerkat could have snatched it away from Zander and rammed it up Zander's ass before Zander ever knew what happened. Dr. Zander Rat then noticed Mamma Meerkat come over and hold paws with her husband. That's when Zander Rat dropped his circi-clamp and scalpel, and went running off, hollering for hospital security. As Zander ran past and away from the cub's parents, he heard Daddy Meerkat tell him off, "Why don't you just go to Hell?".

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Dr. Rat then dashed out of ER through the double doors leading into the main hallway of the hospital, running with his feet loudly slapping the floor, and hollering, "SECURITY! SECURITY! SECURITY! AHHHHHHHHH! SECURITY! SECURITY! AHHHHHHHHH!". Everyone in ER could hear Dr. Rat hollering and slapping his feet all the way down the hallway. Several doctors, staff members and nurses, who Dr. Rat ran past, called down Dr. Rat about being loud in a hospital as he ran through the hallways hollering for security, and his feet slapping the floor real loud as he ran by. But Dr. Rat kept running through the hospital hallways, ignoring those who were calling him down for the noise, as he hollered for security. As Dr. Rat ran past intensive care, everyone in the IC unit heard Dr. Rat's feet slapping by in the hallway, >SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP<, and him hollering, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!", as he went by. Dr. Rat went running down one hallway, then down another, then down another with his feet loudly slapping the floors, and hollering, "AHHHHHH! SECURITY! I'VE BEEN THREATENED! AHHHHHHHH!". Dr. Rat hollered in a hallway, "HEEELLLLP! I'VE BEEN THREATENNNNED!" as he finally found two security guards, a rottweiler and a bear. "Hey! You're in a hospital!", the bear retorted to Dr. Rat. "Being a doctor, I thought you knew better", the rottweiler added. "BUT I'VE BEEN THREATENNNNN-NIN-NIN-NIN-NIN-NIN-NINNNN!", Dr. Rat protested as he hopped up and down, slapping his feet on the floor. "Hey! Pipe it down! There's sick and injured animals here!", the bear reminded him. "And as for your foot slapping. Remember, you rats have plantigrade feet", the rottweiler added. "Well excuuuzzzze me. I can't help that", Dr. Rat replied, beginning to raise his voice again. "You're getting loud again", the rottweiler reminded Dr. Rat. The bear informed Dr. Rat, "We bears also have plantigrade feet. But you don't hear me slapping my feet through the hallways of this hospital". Once the two guards got Dr. Rat calmed down, Dr. Rat told them his altered version of what had happened in ER. Back in ER, Dr.Wolf had determined the panther who had the car accident should be admitted to a hospital stay for a few days. Once Dr. Mongoose reaffirmed Dr. Wolf's decision that the panther's injuries were bad enough to require a stay, that left Dr. Wolf freed up to go treat the meerkat cub with the pneumonia symptoms. As for the sloth bear cub who stepped on the roofing nail, Nurse Sheryl Fox completed her treatment. Once Dr. Mongoose could pull away from his heart patient long enough to write the bear cub an anti-biotic prescription, she could be released. That left Nurse Fox freed up to assist Dr. Wolf with the meerkat cub. Then the two security guards came in through the double doors from the hallway. Behind them, still out in the hallway was Dr. Zander Rat. Immediately, Dr. Mongoose told Nurse Civet, "Teisha, I'll leave you with the patient for a minute. I'll be back", then went to meet the guards at the hallway doors. "I'm the senior doctor here, and that rat is not to come into this emergency room", Dr. Mongoose told the guards as he pushed the double doors back against Dr. Rat. "You heard him, Zander. You have to stay out there", the bear told Dr. Rat. "Zander, go to the doctor's lounge and wait for me. I'll be in to deal with you later.", said Dr. Mongoose. "But but but", Dr. Rat protested as he stood in the hallway near the doors and looking stupid. Dr. Mongoose stepped out into the hallway and shoved Dr. Rat's back against the hallway wall...something he's never done to Dr. Rat before. I don't have time to play stupid games with you, Zander!", Dr. Mongoose warned Dr. Rat. "I have a heart attack patient in there right now who may have to be admitted. I'm not fucking around with you! I'm not playing games with you! I told you to wait for me in the doctor's lounge, now get there!" As Dr. Mongoose headed back into ER, he told the guards, "If Dr. Rat doesn't go to the doctor's lounge, escort him off the premises". "Yeeeeeiiish...He's never treated me like THAT before", Dr. Rat mumbled. "Dr. Rat. You'll have to go to the doctor's lounge, or you'll have to leave", the rottweiler told Dr. Rat. That got Dr. Rat's attention, so he then went to the doctor's lounge like Dr. Mongoose told him twice to do. As Dr. Zander Rat waited in the doctor's lounge, he had no idea how close he really came back there in ER to spending that night in the hospital's cold storage morgue, with a wide open chest and a tag on his toe.

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Fifteen minutes later, it was decided to have the fox with the chest pains admitted for further care. Now Dr. Mongoose can go deal with Dr. Rat. When Dr. Mongoose came into the doctors lounge, he took no time with opening questions or an introduction. Dr Mongoose started on Zander Rat with, "This evening, you really outdid yourself fucking up, Zander! Since you got on shift, it was non-stop! You trying to set a record?! That linsang with the ear infection could have died if Nurse Fox hadn't stopped you! And jostling an object embedded in a patient. That bear cub who stepped on that nail. You have the gall to call yourself a doctor?! And then you have to top it off with your sick fetish of wanting to cut off penis sheaths! What from Hell floats your sick boat with that anyway?!". "Uhhh, it reduces the chance of disease by sixty percent,", Dr. Zander Rat interjected. "You're the one with a disease, Zander! A mental disease!", Dr. Mongoose told Zander Rat. "There are no studies that prove that, and even if there were, it's none of your business to cut them off to begin with! And you caused a drama scene in ER with that sick shit when we had a heart patient! But I guess you're to ignorant to realize the ramifications of THAT one! And stomping down the hallways and hollering! In a hospital of all places! You really outdid yourself in stupidity with that one! Even someone who is not a doctor knows better!" Then Dr. Mongoose told Dr. Rat, "I'm filing another report on you. You will be seeing admin. Right now, you go home. You're not finishing out this shift". With that said and done, Zander Rat went out to the parking lot, got in his car, and drove home...stopping off at his favorite cafe' for a late dinner on his way home. A while later in ER, it was confirmed by an x-ray and other diagnosis that the meerkat had pneumonia. The Meerkat Family's experience with Dr. Clyde Wolf and Nurse Sheryl Fox was a pleasant one..unlike with Dr. Rat. Nurse Fox liked the cub's name, Raphael. And the parents, Zhang and Annika, made good acquaintance. Dr. Wolf wrote out a prescription for the cub's medication and the cub was ready to be released...But first, the security guards had a talk with Zhang Meerkat for a few minutes about making loud noises in a hospital, about that drama scene with Dr. Rat. There were no charges filed on Zhang Meerkat for threatening Dr. Rat. After all, he was only protecting his son from a sick creep. After the Meerkat Family left, everything was slow in ER again, so the doctors and nurses were able to take some more breaks.

A few days later, when Dr. Zander Rat had another ER shift at the hospital, he was called in to Administration. Dr. Rat was reprimanded, then told that with his past track record, if he went up before the medical board for what all happened that evening, he would loose his license to practice medicine in India for good. Dr. Zander Rat was lucky that Admin didn't refer him to the medical board that time.

About three weeks later, some thunder storms with a lot of lightning moved through the Salem, India area. It was about a week before Christmas. During one of those storms, the hospital got one of it's parking lot security cameras struck by a bolt of lightning, and it took out the entire camera system for the parking lot. A guard watching the monitors in the hospital's security room saw the system go down. The monitors for the cameras closest to the lightning strike brightened up for a split second. Then the loud >BANG< from outside. Then the monitors showed only the blue background with the prompt, "no signal".

After the storm had passed, charred and partly melted parts and pieces of the camera that was directly struck were found sprawled over the parking lot. A few of the camera's pieces had landed on the roofs and hoods of three cars.

Two days later was a day Dr. Zander Rat had an ER shift at the hospital. It was a predawn shift, and at 11 o'clock in the morning, Dr. Rat was just getting off shift, and feeling disappointed that five hours ago, Dr. Kyle Genet stopped him from circumcising a 7 year old fossa cub. It was about an hour before it would be noon, and Dr. Rat already had an early lunch at the hospital cafeteria before he got off shift. "A cone of ice cream would be nice about now", Dr. Rat thought. There's an ice cream parlor just a block down the street from the hospital, so Zander went to go get a cone. The ice cream parlor being only a block away, Zander decided he'd leave his car parked where it was and walk there. It wasn't too far a walk up the sidewalk before Zander Rat got to the ice cream parlor. "Hi Zander. Will it be you usual today?", the server, an elk hound, asked. "Oh yea. Pistachio. A single dip will do. in a sugar cone", Zander answered as he unclipped his wallet from his underlying fur hairs (a typical wallet placement for anthro-animals). "Single dip, pistachio, sugar cone. You got it", the server replied as he dipped Zander's ice cream cone. With the transaction made, the wallet clipped back on with the fur hairs brushed over it, Zander took the ice cream cone to go. As Zander Rat stepped out of the ice cream parlor, licking on his "mmmmm yummy" pistachio ice cream, and proceeded down the sidewalk on his way back to where his car is, he could hear a peppy, modern, Angolan tune playing somewhere from a boom box. http://youtube.com/watch?v=A91nBwyqEd8 Zander didn't pay much attention to where it was coming from. "Shoooodee-doot", Zander said to himself. "If someone's gonna play some hoppin' music, why not make it punk rock?" Punk rock's got style". "Hmm. That's odd", Zander thought as he heard the music get turned way down, then about 15 seconds later, turned off all together. "They must-a got tired of hearin' it", Zander said as he continued down the sidewalk and licking on his pistachio ice cream. "Mmmmmm. Pisssstaaacheeeooo", Zander said after he took another lick of his pistachio ice cream cone, on his way back to the hospital parking lot. Zander soon arrived to his 1954 Lancia Aurelia, with the top presently down. That's the car he drove that day instead of the Viper. As Zander was about to get in his car, he heard a voice behind him, "Dr. Zander Rat". "Who called me?", Zander turned and asked, then took a lick of ice cream. There was a fossa, a meerkat and a meerkat cub. "ELE SER ZANDER RATO!", the older meerkat shouted, jump side kicking Zander Rat in the ribs. The rest happened so fast. Ribs broke - ice cream flying - nuts hurt - face banged up - teeth busting out - right eye hurt bad - kick in the face - >LIGHTS OUT<............. ..........."Ooaaaahhhh awwwoooooooo", Dr. Rat moaned as he woke up in excruciating pain. Dr. Rat's face was battered and bloody, his lower lip busted wide open, a gonad crushed, two broken ribs, jaw broken in two places, a dislocated neck, the cornea jarred loose from his right eye and eight of his teeth knocked all over the pavement. "That cub looks familiar", Zander Rat thought as he continued to moan in pain. "Oh shit. The one with pneumonia. Last month". Dr. Rat now knew what the beating was all about. Sure enough. The same meerkat cub Dr. Rat tried to circumcise, but he still had his penis sheath that Dr. Rat did not get. Dr. Rat heard the older meerkat audibly say to the cub, "If that perverted rat ever comes near you, or even looks at you, you just let me know"...THAT really added insult to injury. When the cub exclaimed bright eyed and exuberantly, "I sure will, Uncle Cheesah!", that rubbed it in on Dr. Rat really bad. Then Dr. Rat had to listen to the wrathful meerkat uncle warn him, "You're lucky, freak. I could have stopped your clock if I wanted to. You don't EVER mess with my family...OR with their sex parts, you perverted creep". "When I grow up big and strong like my uncle, I'm gonna do it to ya too!", the cub got in Dr. Rat's face with. "You tell 'em, Raphael!", the fossa added more insult to Dr. Rat's injuries. It really ground on Dr. Rat when he saw the meerkat cub smile back to the fossa...Dr. Rat couldn't stand it. It was like a voice kept ringing in Dr. Rat's noggin, "This is what you got for fucking around where you had no business going". Suddenly, the fossa picked up a boom box, and he and the meerkats ran off. "What are they up to now", Dr. Rat thought as he was still moaning in pain. Security guards showed up. That's why the fossa and meerkats ran off. Right away, the guards alerted the medical team in ER to get a gurney out to the parking lot and get Dr. Rat. Dr. rat wasn't in ER long before he was taken to OR (operating room). There was some work to be done on Dr. Zander Rat, and he was going to be laid up in the hospital for a good while. Before Dr. Rat went under anesthesia, the guards asked him to write down who he thought did it...Dr. rat couldn't talk with a busted up jaw. He wrote something about a fossa and meerkats, and a meerkat cub he tried to circumcise. The guards told Dr. Rat they would try to find who did it to him. But they did also tell him that there were no witnesses, and the parking lot security camera system had not been working for the past two days. Then it was patch-up time. Dr. Rat was sedated so work can begin on him...>out like a light<. After Zander was patched up, he was on a bed pan in a hospital bed with his mouth wired up eating through a straw for a month. During that time Dr. Wolf would torment Dr. Rat by tuning the television in his room to the Meerkat Friends Variety Show that came on in the mornings. Dr. Rat's wallet was never recovered from the parking lot. It's believed someone found it and walked off with it. At one point during Dr. Rat's hospital stay, and during one of those thunder storms, it dawned on Dr. Rat, "Oh shit. I hope the top on my car isn't still down". But it's kind of impossible to talk with your mouth wired shut on a straw. When Dr. Rat finally recuperated and was released, and had his first look at his car, sure enough the mildew and ruined upholstery indicated the top had been down in the rain. So was the right rear quarter panel caved in, the right front wheel cover dented, the words "Zander is a wiener" spray painted on the right door and fender...Spelled "Zander is a weener". The security camera system in the parking lot had by that time been fixed, but not before the damage was done to Dr. Rat's car. Raphael Meerkat's penis was definitely something Dr. Zander Iscelberg Rat MD. had no business messing with.

A song that best describes Dr Zander Isceberg Rat MD. https://youtube.com/watch?v=CUubI37JTGw .

And in 2013, Dr. Zander Iscelberg Rat, under the cloak of being a medical doctor, still has not repented from his perverted ways. Almost dying in a courtroom in 1982, followed by a car chase almost turning deadly, has not taught him anything...Not to mention an angry daddy Madagascan fossa, who hunted Zander down with a 50 caliber pistol, and would still kill Zander if he could find him. And wearing dental plates and a contact lens, and having a missing testicle, a scared lip and a clicking jaw...all compliments from Cheesah Meerkat, don't seem to have rang the door bell ("Duh...Ding-Dong") loud enough for Zander Rat to get the picture either. In November of 2013, a meerkat couple, Zhang and Annika, had to protect their son, Raphael, from Zander Rat's destructively lustful fetish for cub penises, which would have rendered Raphael's most personal, private and secret part of his genital, perpetually unconcealed against Raphael's will. Zhang Meerkat had to come close to killing Dr. Rat to keep his meat hooks off of little Raphael's bottom. That's why Zhang's younger brother, Cheesah, less than half of Zander Rat's age, had recently laid a hurting on Zander Rat really bad, which laid up Zander in a hospital bed just before Christmas of 2013. And when Zander recovered about a month later in January 2014, he found his car had been vandalized, and the interior ruined from the top being down in the rain. It's most likely the beating that Cheesah Meerkat gave Zander Rat has still not taught Zander to leave his paws off the pee-wees, and not to medal around down there where it's none of Zander's business. But everything still worked out good for the Meekat Family.

THE END Continues on http://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=548147 *There were some underprivileged meerkats and other animals, who were living in Angola, at the time they were doing without reliable vihicles, who would have appreciated having those cars Zander Rat tore up as a teenager.

SEXUAL DESCRIPTION OF THE CHARACTERS

ZHANG AND ANNIKA like a lot of foreplay, and they get it every night and then some, except when Zhang is out on his job as an assistant locomotive operator for two days at a time. But when Zhang returns home when he has a few days off, he and Annika have sex like there's no tomorrow. And they really get it on good. As for genital details, Annika's pussy is the wet and oily type, not too tight, but firm. Zhang's penis head has more of a drawn out "long taper" look than what's average for a male meerkat...the way it also is on his younger brother Cheesah. The sheath is slightly long, and the scrotum is average. Zhang's penis has only a modest amount of oil and smegma production. In the sexual relationship, it is Annika's genital that brings most of the oil to the table.

RAPHAEL is still just a boy meerkat, still in that stage of life being fascinated about "little pee-pee" he calls "Little Pokey". On occasion, Raphael would play with himself, like we all did when we were his age. Raphael's penis has a head like the head of the penis his oldest uncle, Moze, has. When it gets erect, the bottom of the head swells up a lot, causing the pee opening and point to get pushed upward, making Raphael's penis look like it's face is up level inline with it's dorsal plain, looking straight up. To put it another way, when Raphael's penis is hard, he can point his penis at something in front of him, but at the same time it looks like little pee-pee is looking up at the sky because it's face it turned up on top of itself.

A drawing from

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, drawn by Victor, shows Raphael's penis when it's that way.

In the drawing, little pee-pee is pointed at the ceiling, but little pee-pee is looking at his owner's belly...The penis of his uncle Moze is the same way. At times, Raphael does imagine, "Poor stinky Pee-pee has his blank Pee-pee face (where the eyes are imagined to be if it had them) distort skyward when he gets hard, and looking up with only his little Pee-pee hole mouth pointing forward and spitting forward"... But Raphael also figures, "As long as Pee-pee is feeling good while Pee-pee is hard, and Pee-pee is having fun while Pee-pee is getting played with, then Pee-pee doesn't mind his little Pee-pee face momentarily becoming the top of his little Pee-pee head, and looking only upward while he's hard". After-all, that's how nature blessed it.

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The eyes are only something Raphael imagines when he's playing with it. Raphael's Pee-pee doesn't really have eyes. When it gets flaccid again, the point droops back down, and Raphael's little pee-pee can look at what's ahead of himself again...that is until he slips back into his sheath and gets covered up. The head and sheath lining have a higher level of erotic sensitivity* than what most male meerkats have, inducing greater sexual pleasure* from rubbing, touching, massaging, etc. Raphael's penis, like his Uncle Cheesah's penis, also has a much higher than average oil and smegma production* (stinky little cheese / popcorn dick). It can be said, "Nature has been good to Raphael"*. Dad and son are uncircumcised, with sheaths slightly long for a meerkat*. *Dr. Zander Rat would have mess up a really good penis, with what he was about to do to Raphael Meerkat on that November evening in 2013.

DR. ZANDER ISCELBERG RAT MD has a typical rat / rodent penis. Like all other males in his family, Zander is circumcised...so short in fact, the head is longer than what is left to the rest of the penis. Zander's dried, katrinized surface is so built up, he just about has to take sandpaper to it to feel an orgy (Dead Dick Zander). Zander is a rat with a really messed up dick. Back during the time of Zander's dysfunctional marrage and live-in relationships, he never fathered any offspring (Thank God. They are better off never being conceived). Presently, Zander does not have much of a sex life, except to rarely see prostitutes, who pull away before Zander can climax (takes almost forever), then demand more money from him. Zander Rat's pathetic excuse for a sex life also includes cub porno sites, stalking cubs in the parks and on playgrounds when mom and dad aren't watching, hanging out down the street from elementry schools at 3:00 in the afternoon, loitering in public restrooms, and getting off on the dicks he does forced circumcisions on. Zander is one chronically sick rat...Someone you'ld like to throw under the bus...It's a wonder he's even still alive today.

END OF SEXUAL DESCRIPTIONS

THE END

The story, Circumcision Attempt, is about the Meerkat Family's experience in this story.

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Then it continues on to http://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=591766

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Moyomongoose 2013 - 2014 - 2015 Even though it is one of my stories, permission is granted to who so ever wants to copy and distribute this story and pics, but in it's unaltered form. What I also ask is you not plagiarize it, plagiarizing meaning representing it as your own creation. Although I've given permission for my story to be copied and published by others, please still acknowledge that it is to be given credit as being my creation.

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