The bottles looked almost identical, except for the labels. One read, ‘Canadian Club – Finest Rye Whiskey’. The other, ‘Dead Sure Vermin Killer’. Both had the same amount of amber liquid in them. Their plan could work.

Beatrice squeaked: “Quick, chew the labels off!”

The five of them stripped the labels and managed to switch the bottles. Then they scurried away to hide.

Henry came into the shed and went straight to his whiskey bottle. He drank and soon began to retch. The ten surviving little eyes watched Henry slowly die.

“Dead sure, you are now, Henry!” the rats squealed.