Our Very Own Lay Movement

We discovered sometime in the winter that we had a rat living in our garage. I put out traps, but with all the dog food and our kids' food droppings, there was plenty of yummy rat cuisine aside from the nasty peanut butter in the traps. My wife & I both saw Mr. Rat a few times, but as the months went by we mostly forgot about him. Until 2 weeks ago. After a 4-day trip to see my wife's folks, we came back to find our garden hose gnawed through. Neither man nor rat messes with my tools and such, so I stepped the battle up to rat poison. Friday night, I noticed a certain funk in the garage. I was pretty sure Mr. Rat had met his end somewhere in the warren of our junk and put finding his carcass on the saturday to-do list.
Saturday came and I was in no hurry to follow the growing swarm of flies to their greatest concentration. And it turned out I didn't need to bother. I, and most of the neighborhood, heard a ringing scream from my son. He'd found the now melting remains of Mr. Rat. And Mr. Rat had been eating well. At between 6 & 8 inches long, he was the biggest rat I'd ever seen. With nary a flag to drape over his rapidly goo-ifying corpse, Mr. Rat was summarily flung into the bushes to continue rotting. The End

How about a color of orange instead of yellow?