Harriet and The Termites
Harriet's family lived in a wall.
Don't sneer. It's not becoming. Or nice.
A wall may not seem like the most high class place to you, but to mice, well there are only a few better places.
Most mice live holes in the ground. Don't scorn them, feel pity for them. They burn up in the summer and freeze in the winter, and since the majority of these holes are in cornfields, they eat predominantly raw corn kernals.
Then there are the wall mice. They are a smaller group. Rather like the middle class in a third world country. They have a nice, comfortable home, but have to do without some luxeries. Since most of these homes are in the houses and restaurants of humans, the eating is very good, although somewhat frantic and the fear of being exterminated is always present.
Lastly, there are the "house" mice. These occupy dollhouses and specially styled china figurines or decorative bird houses. These mice have more comfort than the wall mice simply because everything is built to their size. Their homes are veritable palatial residences.
Harriet was a wall mouse.
She was not bitter. This was her life. And, aside from getting her fur ruffled by an occasional frantic dash for food, she didn't mind the inconveniences.
That is.... until THEY came.
Humans are a little slow. Sometimes stupid. Mice know this. Mice can live for generations in a wall (if they are careful) without humans ever having a clue. It all works out so splendidly. One species is stupid, the other is intelligent, so they comfortably cohabitate. Don't laugh. It's a fairly normal set up. Why do you think marriage works?
However, THEY are not quite so smart.
THEY are termites.
THEY are not subtle.
THEY are sneaky, slimey gross little parasites that let EVERYONE know that THEY are there.
And one day, THEY moved in.
(To be continued....)
Don't sneer. It's not becoming. Or nice.
A wall may not seem like the most high class place to you, but to mice, well there are only a few better places.
Most mice live holes in the ground. Don't scorn them, feel pity for them. They burn up in the summer and freeze in the winter, and since the majority of these holes are in cornfields, they eat predominantly raw corn kernals.
Then there are the wall mice. They are a smaller group. Rather like the middle class in a third world country. They have a nice, comfortable home, but have to do without some luxeries. Since most of these homes are in the houses and restaurants of humans, the eating is very good, although somewhat frantic and the fear of being exterminated is always present.
Lastly, there are the "house" mice. These occupy dollhouses and specially styled china figurines or decorative bird houses. These mice have more comfort than the wall mice simply because everything is built to their size. Their homes are veritable palatial residences.
Harriet was a wall mouse.
She was not bitter. This was her life. And, aside from getting her fur ruffled by an occasional frantic dash for food, she didn't mind the inconveniences.
That is.... until THEY came.
Humans are a little slow. Sometimes stupid. Mice know this. Mice can live for generations in a wall (if they are careful) without humans ever having a clue. It all works out so splendidly. One species is stupid, the other is intelligent, so they comfortably cohabitate. Don't laugh. It's a fairly normal set up. Why do you think marriage works?
However, THEY are not quite so smart.
THEY are termites.
THEY are not subtle.
THEY are sneaky, slimey gross little parasites that let EVERYONE know that THEY are there.
And one day, THEY moved in.
(To be continued....)
posted by COURTNEY at 12:41 PM
1 Comments:
I just can't wait! I can't wait to hear what happens! The suspense is killing me!
(Nasty termites... We hates them, we do. Don't we precious...)
So hurry up and write another episode. I just can't handle the waiting!
:-)
(And we hates those spammers, too, don't we, precious...)
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