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The "African" Peeping AntThe African Pepping Ant is a curious creature, to say the least. Upon reaching a strange hill, or any random hole in the ground, the odd little beast slowly peeks in to see who just is inside. Of course this can lead him into trouble, especially when today his peeking has caught the attention of the One Eye'd Garglesnop.
Now the One Eye'd Garglesnop will wait slowly for the Peeping Ant to get closer, gently secreting a smell enzyme that will confuse it's pray into thinking the hole is much deeper than it really is. As our friend slowly investigates, he'll find himself crawling gently into the Garglesnop's wide open mouth.
When the realization that his life is in danger strikes the Peeping Ant, it's too late. Today, curiosity killed the Ant, but another of his brothers might get lucky and find themselves a colony which will accept them as one of their own.
Until next time: This has been... My Backyard.
Hidden MemoriesRain falls on a lonely dock off the west of the United States. It's winter, it's cold and it's most certainly wet. Despite all of that, a woman waits near the water's edge. She is fair and beautiful, more so when her age is to be considered. Not an old woman, by any means, but her high school days are far behind her. Once a wife, twice a mother, soon a new grandparent and currently my lover. She stands still upon the dock, the pier, and waits. Long red hair slowly grows damp and heavy with water. Camera clenched in a firm grasp, once hobby now quite the small town business. As with the many times before, there she is.
Now I, a much younger gentleman, am not interested in telling the story of how we two met, of the difficulties that being who we were brought both for my family and hers, or of any "acceptance" that eventually formed. No, none of that. In fact, I am not even in this story. This story stars her, My Lora, and another man. A man who's name I do not even know.
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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