“A picture is worth a thousand words.”
William Shakespeare* #quote
Jessica came over yesterday, it was fun. We watched a Japanese
cartoon called Heroman made in part by Stan Lee as he worked with a
Japanese studio. It's set in the United States. It didn't have as
many stereotypes of Americans as the usual shows do, but we could
tell that it was still written, at least in part by Japanese writers.
It showed the main character cutting his lawn with scissors like they
do in Japan. I shudder at the thought of doing that with our massive
lawns here. But I also imagine that the smaller lawns in Japan must
be nice looking. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Critter The Cockroach
Critter the cockroach lived in a junkyard with piles and piles of
garbage. He got his name because a person that passed through the
junkyard only saw him from a distance a merely called him a critter.
If he saw Critter was a cockroach he surely would have killed him.
Crushed him like the piles of junk that piled into the compressor.
The compressor was slow and regular so Critter avoided that and
snacked on thrown away rotting food.
And that's all he did, day in and day out. Besides determining which
piles of junk made the best hiding places from the birds and coziest
shelters that is. No other roaches entered the junkyard so he never
mated. Critter lived out his cockroach life, dying of old age,
staring up at the Sun.
He lived with everything he needed, so when he died he was the
closest thing to happy a little roach brain could fathom. Critter
clapped his two antenna together during his last breath, maybe that's
how they smile.
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