| The Convening of the Council For weeks now we had been hearing reports. The Mole Crabs (also known around here as Sand Shrimp) were loosing large numbers of their citizens. After every high tide the wash line was littered with hundreds and hundreds of dead Mole Crabs. Being nervous sorts, and at their wits end, the Mole Crab elders sent a delegation to a hastily convened late-night council meeting of my desktop heroes. The delegates were literally on their faces (which are actually on the rear end of their bodies don't ask) before the Council trying to convince them to stop all tourist and dog traffic on the beaches; to restore their lives. The Council reminded them, however, that, " like the sea herself, tides in animal populations were as certain as the waves breaking above them; the humans would eb in their power and abuse one day..." The Council advised them to " dig in for the long haul but keep their faith in the 'grand design.' Don't keep trying to move backward, move ahead for once. Besides, if it gets too bad we'll have Neptune send a little 'red tide' their way." |