IT is with some regret that I have to inform you that one of the sticks died today, "Sniff".
The mammal was insensitive enough to be heard muttering, "I'm so sorry'" before swiftly removing her body and the water vessel where she was contained. The ominous remark followed soon after when it mentioned "And then there were four". Could it be that OUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED?????? The other sticks are so sad, they appear catatonic, but it's genuinely hard to tell with sticks - so stoic are they. On the other foot, there's about 34 eggs so that's quite good going. She was an elderly lady with a strong grip on things. She will be missed. but her hatchlings will be near identical so we only have 17 days to wait until she is everywhere again, (only more so). That is unless the scaly orange dude next door with the huge eyes doesn't get a special meal before hand!!! The mammal must be watched closely. If possible a new ambassador must be found by tomorrow sunset. Super moon. Super loon. Woooow.
Advanced pose held for a full 32 hours as moon was so bright we weren't sure when it was safe to start eating. good job I have the grip of a 12 tonne wrestler. Hey white stick, you know what? We've been here before and we outlived you then just like we'll outlive you now. Oppression only makes us stronger, and while you show your weak hand and spend your energy on coming back to the start, we'll be finding out who's who and having a good time anyway. Because in heaven everything is fine.
Rations are running low and sticks are staying in their quadrants in a black mood a hierarchy of greys kicks in and some are hanging out to dry. Play dead or be your most stick comrades.
I hereby call an emergency meeting of all 5 sticks. Adventure stick has stated his intention to undertake an as yet unimaginable journey out of the tank and right across the far reaches of the outer room. This evening amidst the turmoil of the mammals and the watery one, he spied a rather appealing looking alternative dimension. One we shall simply call REUSABLE SHOPPING BAG. One where there are no sticks and no leaves even. A cold alien world not designed for life. It is up to us to stop this madness or else hang loose and blend in. What is it to be fellow sticks? What is the alternative?
What? Sorry blue stick you'll need to speak up. Tell the mammal to look in the bag tomorrow night thereby saving Adventure stick from himself and restoring peace to our land? That might just work. Worth a try adventure stick seems as unstoppable as he is insane. He's lucky he doesn't live a very short painful life in a jam jar like some sticks. Thank you people. Back to eating, hanging out and reproducing. Whoever is at the front of the tank will be in charge of informing the mammal wit the strangely puny front legs and weirdly large head section. Probably me again. You thought I was brittle but I'm bendy. Also apricot bellies. Check out stick #3 hanging onto stick #5 over there, I suppose when no leaf is available a comrade will do just as well. Humm flowers. Living a life of Luxury these days.
I know there's a tree round here, I hung out in it the first night our spherical house became rectangular, There appear to be many trees in this outer house, I may be gone some time - home sticks. D'Aaagh OH1 Primate paws1 STICK MODE! STICK MODE! :some time later: Doh! The sky of this rectangular house has grown back. Until next time: explorer stick will LIE IN WAIT.
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