Does the writer write the story
Or does the story write the writer?
Does the sun really shine
Or does the Darkness make it brighter?
Are we at the center
Or are we the satellite?
Are we really Angry
Or do we just like to fight?
Am I wasting your time
Or are you wasting mine?
This was only a short jaunt,
I think we’ll be just fine.
Please read me as well: Another One
Prairie dogs were once one of the most abundant mammals in the Great Plains region of the United States of America. They were thought of as a nuisance by the settlers and therefore brutally massacred, almost to extinction. In fact, at one point, Arizona did completely eradicate the critters inside its border.
Efforts have been to reintroduce the rodents to their natural habitat in the state of Arizona. It has paid off. Although their numbers are nowhere near their peak, there are many healthy, thriving communities that known as “towns”. There seems to be on anomaly with this second generation of prairie dogs that has the locals in an uproar.
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Timmy and Sammy popped their heads out of their burrow at the same time as every other day, just at the break of sunrise. Timmy surveyed their vast dessert domain and said to Sammy, “Good morning! How about we pray a little?”
“No, I´m not feeling it today” Sammy answered.
“You´re not feeling it almost every day as of late”
“Yeah, I don´t know. I just don´t think it does anything” Sammy said, looking down at the warming, red clay desert floor.
“What do you mean? We are back from extinction! That´s a miracle, that´s God!” Timmy said with enthusiasm.
Sammy felt peeved by Timmy´s fervor “We were extinct. Millions of us were murdered. We wouldn´t have had to come back from extinction if we hadn´t been extinct in the first place!”
“Fair enough, but suit yourself” Timmy said, closing his eyes. “but I choose to stay positive, besides, believing gives me powers to not do some things that I would otherwise do” he said before falling into silent prayer.
“I prefer to be a realist. Face life and reality on their terms and I got discipline. I don´t need no ghost in the sky to get me to not do stuff”
Without opening his eyes Timmy put his index finger to his lips and said “Shhhhhh…”
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Right before lunchtime, back in the town, the people were having a community meeting.
“Order!” Judge Barns said as he smacked the table with a hammer, an actual framing hammer, not a gavel.
“But we´re hungry Judge” Andy said.
“We need to get to the order of business, the damn heathen prairie dogs” he answered.
“Language” Mary Ann piped up.
“Sorry” Judge said, blushing, “These gosh darn prairie dogs”
“They ain´t prayin’! Why they ain´t prayin’?” shouted a concerned citizen.
“I have no idea” Judge said. “But Andy´s right. Let´s adjourn for lunch and meet back here in an hour and a half”
“Here, here!” the crowd shouted.
Expansion
There is no beginning and there is no end.
There is only expansion.
The beginning is when the matter is the most dense it will ever be. Time stretches all matter into the finished product.
A baby does not grow old. It expands into death.
Eventually expansion leads to unsustainable instability. This is how the end comes. The end is when the original subject has no more substance to stretch out.
Energy drives the expansion.
By Ryan 