Henry stopped in his tracks. His pulse quickened. The sound of his own breath rang in his ears like a raging storm. Just around the corner, two protruding feet told him that his dreaded adversary had caught up to him at last. So this was it. The game was on, that most deadly game, a game of… kind of like Tag mixed with Hide and Go Seek except there’s no counting and not so much running around and you’re not supposed to just hide in one place the whole time because you’re trying to get some place without being seen and there’s a name for what that is but I can’t remember it right now.
It’s a… thing where the… big thing chases the… small… thing, Sharon H.
Dog and pony? No, that’s not it.
Tom and Jerry? Not quite.
Hmm…it’ll come to me.
Tortoise and the Hare!
Duck, duck, rat?
Puss in the corner?
No? I’ll keep thinking.
This is such a wonderful picture I want an oil painting of it.
Red rover, red rover?
Red light, green light?
B-I-N-G-O?
Ring around the rosy?
Crusader Kings 2
hopscotch!
I mean it’s sooooo obvious, it’s just staring one in the face. It’s that infamous game of Rodent and Feline!!
Nah! I think Mike meant “The Wave”.
That ain’t no mouse. It’s a space station.
Truth or Dare?
If you’re the rat, it’s Risk!
Or it could be the game of Life!
Platypus and Aardvark!
Did I get it right?
Oddly enough, it looks like the cat is hiding, and the rat is searching. If kitty was hunting, he’d be crouched down, not stuffed into a corner.
Which changes the name of the game…