It turned out Roman had somehow managed to turn the "rat epidemic" around in the most bizarre way imaginable. While the commotion had been breaking out earlier, he had subtly taken control of the swarm. Instead of scattering wildly, he made the rats line up neatly at the front of the garden like a well-trained army awaiting orders.
Then, to everyone's bewilderment, a chorus of squeaky sounds began to rise. At first, it sounded like ordinary squealing, sharp and high-pitched. But slowly, the tones began to blend together, weaving into an oddly harmonious melody. It was a song. A rat rendition.
The guests were still pale and traumatized by the earlier sight of hundreds of rats flooding the garden. But when a few of the rats broke formation and began dancing, with one spinning into a flawless moon slide, and another flipping into tiny breakdancing moves, the fear immediately turned into stunned silence.
