He actually looked nice.

The delicate aroma of the frying rat came to our hungry nostrils.

We were keen to eat a piece of rat; our teeth were on edge; yea, even our mouth watered to eat a piece of rat.

Well, after a while, he was said to be done.
I got a piece of cold corn dodger, laid my piece of the rat on it, eat a little piece of bread, and raised the piece of rat to my mouth, when I happened to think of how that rat's tail did slip.

I had lost my appetite for dead rat.