Run for your lives...
I was mowing the lawn, which has been growing since the early dawn of history, and I see little creatures fleeing the tall grass for the safety of, well anyplace I was not mowing at the time. This got me thinking of “A Bugs Life” and I started looking at my actions from their point of view. After all, there is not much else you can do while mowing but let your mind ponder stories like the one below. Please note that I am not a writer and my skills are dismal and silly at best, so read at your own risk.
Picture a tall forest of trees, in the top live the spiders with the soft white homes, gently swaying in the breeze. Deep below live the grasshoppers, lizards and other creatures. Off in the distance a rumble is heard, it is unlike any sound that their world has heard in recent times.
Some of the oldest creatures remember the stories used to scare children. The sound was the bringer of the apocalypse, the harbinger of death, the Great Mower of Doom. It was said to be red like a beautiful flower, and taller that the highest blades of grass. Its great hunger would destroy the world by leveling the forests and killing everyone in its path.
As with all talk of the apocalypse, there were believers and unbelievers. The believers pointed out the signs, the great birds had flown off, the largest creature of their world, the bunny, has vanished, and the earth quakes were growing stronger. The unbelievers pointed out that the birds fly away all the time, the bunny was often not seen for days, and the ground quakes were much stronger every Thursday when the great beeping could be heard.
As the creatures gathered to debate the truth of these stories the news started to trickle in, from fleeing creature that had actually seen it. The Great Mower of Doom was here. Suddenly a huge section of the forest was no more. Creatures fled in every direction. Some of them convinced that the cover of the tall grass was their only hope and others rushed into the devastated area in the hopes that the Mower would not return.
In time all of the tall grass was destroyed and many of the creatures had vanished from the world. Some say they were taken to a better place; others are convinced the Great Mower condemned them to and afterlife of cold barren rock.
What ever the truth is, it will never be known to those that survived. Already the grass is growing again, the birds can be seen flying around, and the bunny has returned. The old and wisest of the creatures tell the tales of the Mower, but already there are those that are too young to have seen it. They are convinced that the old ones are just trying to scare them.
Picture a tall forest of trees, in the top live the spiders with the soft white homes, gently swaying in the breeze. Deep below live the grasshoppers, lizards and other creatures. Off in the distance a rumble is heard, it is unlike any sound that their world has heard in recent times.
Some of the oldest creatures remember the stories used to scare children. The sound was the bringer of the apocalypse, the harbinger of death, the Great Mower of Doom. It was said to be red like a beautiful flower, and taller that the highest blades of grass. Its great hunger would destroy the world by leveling the forests and killing everyone in its path.
As with all talk of the apocalypse, there were believers and unbelievers. The believers pointed out the signs, the great birds had flown off, the largest creature of their world, the bunny, has vanished, and the earth quakes were growing stronger. The unbelievers pointed out that the birds fly away all the time, the bunny was often not seen for days, and the ground quakes were much stronger every Thursday when the great beeping could be heard.
As the creatures gathered to debate the truth of these stories the news started to trickle in, from fleeing creature that had actually seen it. The Great Mower of Doom was here. Suddenly a huge section of the forest was no more. Creatures fled in every direction. Some of them convinced that the cover of the tall grass was their only hope and others rushed into the devastated area in the hopes that the Mower would not return.
In time all of the tall grass was destroyed and many of the creatures had vanished from the world. Some say they were taken to a better place; others are convinced the Great Mower condemned them to and afterlife of cold barren rock.
What ever the truth is, it will never be known to those that survived. Already the grass is growing again, the birds can be seen flying around, and the bunny has returned. The old and wisest of the creatures tell the tales of the Mower, but already there are those that are too young to have seen it. They are convinced that the old ones are just trying to scare them.