The rat squeaked again, jumped down onto the floor and ran through the closed door.

The rat squeaked as it struck, and fell to the ground, dead.

The rat squeaked, she screamed and they went running in different directions.

Then, as Moore stood with a third book in his hand, ready to throw, the rat squeaked and seemed to be afraid.

"I don't think I'll take the ride down," squeaked the rat.

A rat squeaked in the silence, even this slight sound bringing shock.

Huge rats squeaked and fled as they went through the stone corridors beneath the streets.

The pinned rat squeaked feebly, and snapped at the air.

The big rat behind me squeaked with angry menace.

A rat squeaked in response to the movement.