It was not long down the road that Erastus met a haggard young man sitting beneath an ancient gnarled tree. Clinging to his chest was a small swarm of what seemed to be rats. Curiosity aroused, he approached the young man with a smile. 'I say, lad! Are those rats crawling all upon your tunic?'
'Why yes... yes they are indeed.' he replied as though he'd never noticed them before. The young mans eyes were glazed and he seemed to look right through Erastus. For, in fact, he was lost deep within his own mind, and was minimally aware of the world around him. Being an intuitive man, Erastus sensed as much and kindly bid him farewell, to which he received no reply.
As he walked away he wondered if the rats clung to the man or the man to the rats. 'Perhaps both' he hoped, and yet he had his doubts.
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