The No Ending Satory

The no ending story I have tried to tell a story of a rat that fell from the ceiling it landed among drinkers in a café I ran, never had I seen a café emptying of people in two seconds flat; the rat escaped too. I also want to talk about the woman who had been sober for ten years, a safe hand in soothing drunken men. I also wanted to talk about the eccentric drinking law allowing me to sell beer between five and ten o'clock but the customers had to eat first. usually, a sandwich after that, they could drink as much as they wanted. I will tell you about the rat plague when they pull down The old abattoir, but I will leave it for now since I can't get the beginning right, I dislike, rats they are vermin and I can hear one eating ink in the wastebasket.