Our World: A Short

After an hour I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to get away from that horrid place.

The place where grass did not grow.

Where metal beasts are allowed to run in the open, back and forth.

Where little children are being kept in cages, and left alone.

Where people like me would walk around and talk to themselves, as though somebody was there with them.

I had to get away from there.

I ran across the great muddy fields, climbed high over the fences that separated our world and theirs, and never looked back until I had reached the comfort of my own home.

When I finally stopped and felt the familiar ground, scattered with hard pebbles and pinecones, I looked around at my homely surroundings and took a deep breath.

Ahh, pure and natural air.

I crawled into the safety of my cave, and kneeled across my brother who, like me, was dressed in a burlap sack and was busy picking his nose, indicating, “What have you found?”

I scraped my fingers across the floor, and tapped my foot 3 times. “They have flat and cold floors!”

My brother gasped. “No grass or trees?”

“Barely!”

He urged me to fill him in with more details of the horrible world I had just returned from. “Well c’mon then! What else?” He clapped his hands.

“They have big tall trees with people living in them!

“Oh dear!”

“They have colored caves with holes where you can see people eating in them!”

“How intrusive!”

“They have beasts that are shiny and could move without legs!”

“The monstrosity!”

He backed away further into the cave, his eyes bigger than the leaf saucers we use for our daily morning dew. He had his hands to his ears, unwilling to hear anymore of my stories.

I approached him apprehensively, holding out my hand to reach for him in an attempt to calm him.

“Relax, brother. They will not find us,” I comforted him. As soon as my hand touched his arm, his eyes softened. My brother was always the scaredy-cat among us, but he was brave, too. In a way.

“We have to… We have to warn the others! The others!” He exclaimed, pushing me against the wall and running out into the night.

I sighed, picked up his burlap sack that he left behind and went after him.

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