They all
went about their daily business as usual. They hunted, they foraged, they ate,
they bathed in the lake.
Some hid
from others in fear of their lives and some strutted around like they owned the
place. These aspects were perfectly normal.
There was a
general feeling that something wasn’t quite as it should be, but none of them
could put their metaphorical finger on it.
It became
dark earlier than usual and this created unrest.
A large
object flashed across the sky, coming closer at an alarming rate.
There was a
feeling of strong impact.
If any of
them could speak, they would probably have said: “Well, that’s all this fucked
then.”
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