I have awoken to find myself in a strange land. A land where I seem to find myself alone, yet strangely there are other beings present. These “
beings” are much smaller than I, and “
their ways” are not always civilized. I fear I am significantly outnumbered. I have counted a total of four, and sometimes five of the “regulars”, yet (
at various times and places throughout the day) it seems that their numbers are bolstered with other “recruits” and I have counted as many as seven at one time. I find “
their ways” strange and bizarre, yet I am oddly attracted to monitor “
their” activities. It would almost seem that without some intervention on my part, these “
beings” would end up killing themselves at some point, much like the children in William Golding’s novel “The Lord of the Flies”.
I do my best to remain hidden from “
them“. For the sake of my own sanity I spend much of my day feebly attempting to monitor “
their” activity without much interference. Alas - these “
beings” are cunning and skillful. “
They” have successfully thwarted any and all of my attempts to conceal myself. “
They” will find me no matter where I hide.
As an example, yesterday I attempted to hide behind a noisy machine that seemed to trim the local vegetation. You would think that the noise alone would frighten “
them” off, or at the very least discourage “
them” from contact, (as I could not hear anything), yet “
they” each found a way to approach me (separately - one at a time - about 3 minutes apart - and one of them even brought one of the “recruits” with him) making some indications to me that "
they" were hungry. I shooed “
them” off in an attempt to forage for “
their own" food.
Some time later I was able to uncover the location of “
their” feast. I was able to identify the location of the “feeding frenzy” by the telltale sings of a ransacked clearing, and significant debris left behind in an area I like to call “The Kitchen”. I think in the future, I will have to do better at providing “pre-established” feeding times, and maybe even having some food prepared for them. Clean up took much effort and time on my part.
After cleaning up the “feeding frenzy” I came upon some sort of “message” that three of “
them” seem to have created. The message they were sending was “prepare for battle”. I am not sure if “
they” are anticipating some sort of invasion, or if this was intended as a warning message for me to stay away, but the message was clear. This was all about some sort of battle preparation.
I quickly documented this finding (
by photographs - displayed above), and fled the scene for my own safety. Whilst in hiding I started hearing the telltale sounds of a “significant battle”. I realized then that “
they” had intended to battle amongst "
themselves". There were the obvious sounds of flying objects, the shouts of victory, and the tears (
literally) of defeat. After the battle had ended, I returned to the scene expecting to find the remnants of a messy battle, but I was shocked to discover that “
they” had cleaned the “battlefield” after having finished the skirmish! I was very pleased to see this, as these little “
creatures” are notorious for leaving messes after everything they do, and everywhere they go!
I don’t know how long I will be stranded in this strange land. I fear this could last as long as three months before I am rescued. I have sent for help, but the “
S.S. School” is months out, and I have no way of getting any help sooner. I will attempt to leave behind this journal, in the event that these “
beings” end up taking over. It is my desire that in the event that I “never return” someone will learn something from my experiences.
Until next time (
if there will be a next time)…
David.
