Pick Your Poison
A mouse scampered into the thought-to-be abandoned house. The master of the house was listening to the radio through some headphones, while the Missus drank from a crystal cup. Heading toward the kitchen, the Missus casually asked the master how his day was.
“It was quite uneventful, Two.”
“Did you sell many Anit-Gravitational Cars today, One?” asked the Missus Two.
“Those were old three thousand years ago, Two,” came the swift reply of the Master One.
“One, It’s only the year 6137, not 9137.”
Suddenly, a bell rang. Two left and returned with two steaming mugs. The steam curled around the new folks who used the house.
“Delicious, One. Isn’t this new house wonderful? It was so great that the old tenants lost this house. I think we could start to bring Nuts, Bolts, and Gears to become the largest standing grocery store ever!”
“It already is, Two. We are the richest One and Two ever. Also, we were the first new folks as a result ”
The mouse soon spotted a plant with a crumb of cheese in it. It scampered across the room, praying to the cheese god that the New Folk wouldn’t find them.”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, a mouse, vermin,” cried Two.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, human cheese,” cried One.
One swiftly rose and squashed his titanium foot over the mouse.
"Thank the oil makers that that mouse is dead," replied Two.
"And thank them that we have found the cheese before we became contaminated."
"I'll call Fifteen, the servant."
“Two, could you please give me an update on that new zoo we are visiting this afternoon.”
“Of course, One. The Wall Street section has been repaired, and the overweight comedy show has been completed for two weeks.”
“I am looking forward to this.”
“Yes, I am interested in how these old owners will react to us.”
"It's a new dawn Two, one where us robots will rein, now that that the humans are done."
Poetry poetry poetry! This is where submissions get a bit more creative than most, and it's a wonder how many HOLers (particularly the eagles) are filled with fabulous artsyness.