Bronze rat

ATourist walked into a Chinese curio shop in San Francisco. While looking aroundat the exotic merchandise, he noticed a very lifelike, life-sized, bronzestatue of a rat. It had no price tag, but was so incredibly striking thetourist decided he must have it He took it to the old shop owner and asked,"How much for the bronze rat?"
"Ahhh, you have chosen wisely! It is $12 for the ratand $100 for the story," said the wise old China-man. The tourist quickly pulled out twelvedollars. "I'll just take the rat, you can keep the story".
As he walked down the street carrying his bronze rat, thetourist noticed that a few real rats had crawled out of the alleys and sewersand had begun following him down the street. This was a bit disconcerting so hebegan walking faster.
A couple blocks later he looked behind him and saw to hishorror the herd of rats behind him had grown to hundreds, and they begansquealing. Sweating now, the tourist began to trot toward San Francisco Bay. Again,after a couple blocks, he looked around only to discover that the rats nownumbered in the MILLIONS, and were squealing and coming toward him faster andfaster.
Terrified, he ran to the edge of the Bay and threw thebronze rat as far as he could into the Bay. Amazingly, the millions of rats alljumped into the Bay after the bronze rat and were all drowned.
The man walked back to the curio shop in Chinatown
"Ahhh," said the owner, "You come back forstory?" "No sir," saidthe man, "I came back to see if you have a bronze Democrat. one character

The ending sucked ass.

9500- DPST's have no sense of humor!!!!

ATourist walked into a Chinese curio shop in San Francisco. While looking aroundat the exotic merchandise, he noticed a very lifelike, life-sized, bronzestatue of a rat. It had no price tag, but was so incredibly striking thetourist decided he must have it He took it to the old shop owner and asked,"How much for the bronze rat?"
"Ahhh, you have chosen wisely! It is $12 for the ratand $100 for the story," said the wise old China-man. The tourist quickly pulled out twelvedollars. "I'll just take the rat, you can keep the story".
As he walked down the street carrying his bronze rat, thetourist noticed that a few real rats had crawled out of the alleys and sewersand had begun following him down the street. This was a bit disconcerting so hebegan walking faster.
A couple blocks later he looked behind him and saw to hishorror the herd of rats behind him had grown to hundreds, and they begansquealing. Sweating now, the tourist began to trot toward San Francisco Bay. Again,after a couple blocks, he looked around only to discover that the rats nownumbered in the MILLIONS, and were squealing and coming toward him faster andfaster.
Terrified, he ran to the edge of the Bay and threw thebronze rat as far as he could into the Bay. Amazingly, the millions of rats alljumped into the Bay after the bronze rat and were all drowned.
The man walked back to the curio shop in Chinatown
"Ahhh," said the owner, "You come back forstory?" "No sir," saidthe man, "I came back to see if you have a bronze Democrat. one character Originally Posted by tucson

that should not be to hard to find in the rat infested city of San Francisco

that should not be to hard to find in the rat infested city of San Francisco Originally Posted by Hotrod511

Or Baltimore, lol.

One of the best stories ever!

Keep Texas red

Moral of the story is that libs are monkey see monkey do. They cannot think for themselves or independtly.
But we all knew that already!

I think that if the story was not altered it would be great .. There are few who know the meaning of that story. LOL

Tony altered in what way? Getting democrats to jump in the bay is a damn good idea. They leave Ca. because of the high cost than move here and attempt to change Tx to be just like the state they left. Insane ideas do not allow them to realize they will bring on the same results. I have lived here most of my life and like it just the way it is.

A tourist wanders into a back-alley antique shop in San Francisco's Chinatown.

Picking through the objects on display he discovers a detailed, life-sized bronze sculpture of a rat. The sculpture is so interesting and unique that he picks it up and asks the shop owner what it costs.

"Twelve dollars for the rat, sir," says the shop owner, "and a thousand dollars more for the story behind it."

"You can keep the story, old man," he replies, "but I'll take the rat."

The transaction complete, the tourist leaves the store with the bronze rat under his arm. As he crosses the street in front of the store, two live rats emerge from a sewer drain and fall into step behind him. Nervously looking over his shoulder, he begins to walk faster, but every time he passes another sewer drain, more rats come out and follow him. By the time he's walked two blocks, at least a hundred rats are at his heels, and people begin to point and shout. He walks even faster, and soon breaks into a trot as multitudes of rats swarm from sewers, basements, vacant lots, and abandoned cars. Rats by the thousands are at his heels, and as he sees the waterfront at the bottom of the hill, he panics and starts to run full tilt.

No matter how fast he runs, the rats keep up, squealing hideously, now not just thousands but millions, so that by the time he comes rushing up to the water's edge a trail of rats twelve city blocks long is behind him. Making a mighty leap, he jumps up onto a light post, grasping it with one arm while he hurls the bronze rat into San Francisco Bay with the other, as far as he can heave it. Pulling his legs up and clinging to the light post, he watches in amazement as the seething tide of rats surges over the breakwater into the sea, where they drown.

Shaken and mumbling, he makes his way back to the antique shop.

"Ah, so you've come back for the rest of the story," says the owner.

"No," says the tourist, "I was wondering if you have a bronze lawyer."

Better.