Rosa was sick and tired of scurrying through the sewers. The Melbourne underground world wasn’t designed as well as the city streets above; the roads were coarse and craggy, and the sharp turns meant rats were constantly bumping into each other as they sprinted around corners. Rosa’s feet were sore, and she knew she wasn’t the only one with complaints. On her travels, she’d heard hundreds of rats complain about bleeding toes, muscles that hurt to walk up stairs, and nails that had grown fungus from the damp. Worst of all, there was no treatment available for the poor rats. Maybe this could be her new business idea? Maybe she could create the best foot health care treatments and products Cheltenham has ever seen! Rosa would certainly be the first to market. If she blocked out all new entrants, she might even have a monopoly on rat podiatry. Judging by how often she heard complaints, Rosa would be rich. Then, she’d finally be able to build a bathroom extravagant enough to rival Remy’s. She was so sick of hearing him brag.
Wait – Rosa was getting ahead of herself. She had to get back to basics first. She went to the nearest rat lawyer to ask about how healthcare professionals could acquire training and accreditation. When she discovered that sort of thing wasn’t necessary in the sewers, she instead decided to plan her prices, writing down information like how much custom made orthotics cost, or how expensive it would be to treat common foot injuries.
Rosa chuckled. As expected, this new podiatrist business of hers would be very lucrative. She couldn’t wait to start looking for the perfect space to build a clinic in Cheltenham. There was a good little alcove beneath the human council offices that might do the trick. Grinning, she packed a rucksack and scurried off to find her friend Ruby and tell her all about her new venture.