Ratatouille Chapter 1 (Part A)

Chapter 1 :
Remy had alot going for him. He was young and talented. He lived in an old farmhouse in the rolling green hills of the French countryside. And he had a rareand remarkable skill.
So why was Remy so unhappy??
It all came down one thing: Remy was a rat.
And life for a rat, even in French countryside,was very hard. There was a lot of sneaking around. A lot of stealing. And alot of eating--mostly garbage. It made Remy sick to his stomach.
You see, Remy had a special gift--highly developed senses of taste and smell. There was nothing he liked better then finding special ingredients, dreaming up recipes, and creating new flavour combinations.
Here's how talented Remy was: When a regular rat spotted half-eaten-napolean---a decadent layered puff pastry--he thought, FOOD! Eat it now! (To put that into perspective,when a regular rat saw a rotten banana peel, he also thought FOOD! Eat it now!) But when Remy spotted a half eaten napolean, he paused. He closed his eyes, took a great sniff of the delectable pastry, and relished the concerto of delectable tastes. Almost as if in a dream, he began to identify the many ingredients. "Hmm...flours, eggs, sugar, vanilla, bean...." Then he would pause for a moment and add, "Oh, small twist of lemon."
Remy's big brother Emile might not have been quite as discerning, but he knew talent when he saw it, and he was in awe of Remy. But his father Django, the leader of the rat clan had two words to say about Remy's talent: "so" and "what".....

~~~~to be continued....u want Part B or not~~~~~~wait le....