Pace on Earth

The Inevitability of Death

Yesterday afternoon I was sitting in a car dealership parking lot waiting for Jackman. As I sat there in the sunshine my wandering eyes noticed a rather gruesome scene. About ten feet from my window seat a small field mouse was gorging itself on some unidentified object. As the little bugger danced around his feast it became clear that he was feasting on one of his own. As he turned to munch on the other side of the carcass he faced me and I tried to get the little cannibal's attention, slamming my hand against the car door. No dice; he was not the least bit concerned. Mmmmm...tasty friend.

That is why he did not notice as a large seagullflew in and landed beside he and his buddy. I wondered what the seagull might do and before I could even complete the thought it grabbed the oblivious diner and swallowed him whole. For good measure he then scooped the dead one and took off. That was that.

The message, of course, if your friend dies don't eat him because he might taste so good that you don't even notice the giant bird that would in turn like to eat you.

No go forth and multiply.

Pace out.

posted by Vitamin S @ 5:13 p.m.