Wait. What's that scurrying along the concrete bank? It's a..... rat! There are many times that I smell one of those, but I don't think I've seen one out and about for a daytime romp in a park. Thank God it went unnoticed. I could only imagine all the little kiddies shrieking and running to their parents—especially if they had seen Lady and the Tramp. Or perhaps they'd just think it was a cute little gray squirrel whose tail had a close shave.