"She never understood why the aged janitor that witnessed her birth had disappeared. But he was obviously quite insane and could have gone anywhere. With great effort she had been able to break free from the nursery tube. The moist in the basement provided her with liquid and luckily the rats were numerous. Occasionally a stray cat could be on the menu. She had grown stronger and stronger. Now was the time to once again test her strenght against the heavy door that shut her out from the world above. She could feel the power vibrating in her body. She knew that this was the time for success. Finally she would be served with the flesh that she with eagerness had smelled through that damned door. A seamingly limitless store of food laid ahead of her. She could sense a new feeling spreading through her. It was the first time she felt happiness, and that feeling was a feeling she was keen to keep...." *** It came to my mind that this image demanded a short story. Bear in mind that english isn