Sahukar, a well-known moneylender in the village, was preoccupied with polishing his newly acquired, extravagant glasses. His eyes sparkled with pride as he admired their shine. His wife, Rani, was busy preparing breakfast, glancing occasionally at her husband's antics with a knowing smile.

The rat's appearance immediately caught the attention of Sahukar, who jumped in surprise. "That pesky creature again!" he exclaimed, his irritation palpable. Determined to catch the intruder, he raised his glasses like a weapon, taking aim as if the spectacles were a slingshot.

With a dramatic flourish, Sahukar blew hard, sending the glasses soaring through the air. They collided with the wall, shattering into countless fragments. Rani turned around to witness the spectacle, suppressing a giggle at her husband's folly.

Sahukar stood there, aghast at the destruction of his prized possession. "My glasses! How will I see that rat now?" he lamented, his voice tinged with despair. Rani, unable to contain her amusement, chuckled softly.

"Oh, don't worry, dear," Rani said, her eyes twinkling. "We'll turn this into a fun game for the village kids. They'll catch the rat for us, and it'll be a day to remember." Her plan sparked a wave of excitement, and soon, the children were enlisted in the grand rat-catching adventure.

Sahukar watched the spectacle from his doorstep, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. Rani, standing beside him, squeezed his hand gently. "I suppose expensive glasses aren't always the solution," he admitted, a hint of sheepishness in his voice. "No, but a sense of humor surely is," Rani replied with a laugh, as the children cheered in triumph, the rat finally caught.