This is me. I think it’s apparent I need to rethink my life a little bit. What’s my problem? First of all–
–I’m a rat. Which means life is hard.
And secondly– I have a highly developed sense of taste and smell.
Flour, eggs, sugar, vanilla bean, small twist of lemon…
You can smell all that? Wow. You have a gift.
This is Emile. My brother. He’s easily impressed.
So you can smell ingredients. So what?
This is my Dad. He’s never impressed. He also happens to be the leader of our clan.
＊なぜここで 「happens to～」なのでしょう。
So what’s wrong with having highly developed senses?
Whoa whoa whoa! DON’T EAT THAT!!
Turns out that funny smell was rat poison. Suddenly Dad didn’t think my talent was useless. I was feeling pretty good about my gift.
Until Dad gave me a job–
–that’s right– “poison checker”.
(sniffs before each one)
Clean… clean… clean-erino…
cleaneriffic… close to Godliness–
–which means “clean”. You know–
“Cleanliness is… close to–?”
…never mind. Move on…
>Cleanliness is next to godliness きれい好きは敬神に次ぐ美徳（ことわざ）