The street ninja named Trevor Walker prowled

The street ninja named Trevor Walker prowled the streets in the dead of night. He knew what he had to do, he had to

to stay invisible because he was a street ninja, so Trevor sprang on to the top of a parked VW bus, facing downhill on a steep SF street. Its parking break snapped when he landed

on the top of a cable car. Trevor, invisible street ninja of San Francisco, had to avoid the high voltage wires and paying a fare. His mission was to sneak into a Sourdough bakery,

sabotage Pinkie Pie's muffins, then distribute free shortbread among the masses! Unfortunately pretzels were all the rage, and Trevor could find no sourdough in San Fran. Just lots

of fruits and nuts, and the random squirrel. Luckily, there was plenty of mustard which worked well for

the R O U S (Rodent Of Unusual Size) that we were currently roasting on a spit over our campfire. The fat was popping and sizzling and the smell was absolutely

eyewatering. Finally half of the huge rodent was slapped in a bun & given to me by an unseen hand. Of course, there was no mustard - take that as read. I had to gag it down without

any sauce or even a chaser. The cook asked how it was, and I pushed back the urge to purge. I squeaked, "Mm, that was the best dang rat burger I've had in weeks!"

I pursed my ratty-tasting mouth and held two fingers up to my lips to keep myself from puking. My cheeks bulged & my eyes bugged out. The cook kept his beady eyes on me, daring me