I don’t remember what I was doing at the station that night, but I was waiting for the last train, and I was tired as hell. Something rustled in the low shrubberies, and I quietly angled nearer to see what it was.

Well, the picture above spoils the suspense. The little fellas were snooping around in the dirt for scraps and breadcrumbs. My sketches don’t give them credit, either. For germ-carrying, lice-ridden vermin, they were cuter than a Beatrix Potter-subject.