Crickets could be heard chirping long before a wagon pulled up. There was an exchange of voices, one of them easily recognizable as the drunk rat. Instead of coming through the back board as he had he approached the front door. It would seem he was dragging something, the heavy scrape of it easily heard. Ratter paused at the door waiting as the wagon pulled away. "...open up." he called lightly. He sounded to be in a good mood.