Aug 10, 2009 21:16
Up on the fence post beside the latest shreds of fur rubbed off by Cow in her pursuit of happiness, the mosquitoes were having a ten second strategy roundtable to work on their next food runs.
"I have never worked a day in my life," said Harry. "And I never will. Just don't believe in it. Did you find any water today?"
"Bernice was down by the cow pond," said Valery. "You look so plump and juicy I could go cannibal in a country second."
"Anyway," said Tom, who was always the most practical, "I only have another day or so to live, so I'm off to The House to find any kids playing in the yard. The yard is the safest place for them, I say. If I don't see you guys, remember to keep the pointy end towards food." Off he flew, gray ninja of the air, fighting the evil forces of wind.
They chatted for the rest of the ten seconds about the slowdown in the economy, and the nice surge in people at the nearby campground. They split up when Samuel made a tiny twitch and fell off the post, stone dry dead.
"Good meeting!"
"Yeah, good meeting!"
The surprising thing is not that they all liked their meetings so much. It was that they got so much done without a scheduling application.