A Bug’s Life

Up there’s a safe place to rest. Dry, shady, no tramplers and feathery monsters can’t see who’s there. Making it up there isn’t safe. Eight-legged monsters, quick-tongued monsters, flying monsters, out to fill their bellies.

Stay down here and risk getting trampled, climb up there and risk being eaten by a monster.

Which is worse?

Monsters? No.

Monsters eat and it’s over. They eat to live – nothing personal.

Tramplers are worse. They don’t care who they hurt when they stomp through the meadow, if those they trample are dead or alive and in pain.

Rest up there or die trying.