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.
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Oh my! I think we’re the tramplers.
I really like the bug’s eye view 🙂
Every day is treacherous.
Imaginative!
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Glad you liked it. It was fun trying to see the world from a bug’s perspective 🙂
Thank you!
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This story is so clever. I love the ominousness of the end, “Rest up there or die trying.” is such a great sentence! I love it!
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It was fun to write, so I’m glad you enjoyed it – thank you 🙂
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