meerkats

when i was a young creepy, i went to the zoo. my family didn’t take me, and i didn’t go with my school. i went by myself to visit the meerkats there were two baby meerkats playing with their parents.

i watched them for a long time, and giggled whenever they stood to attention, heads cocked to one side.

their little eyes stared with such intensity that i shivered in fearsome delight. their tiny fists seemed to carry a defiant strength, and i wondered what they’d do to the world if they could break free.

they’d form rabid gangs and attack the citizens of the earth until these gangs could raise an army which would sweep across the globe like economic reform in favour of some dark neo-capitalistic god. the meerkats would enslave the populace, arrange the surviving humans into workgangs, and whip them until they dug new tunnels for the meerkats to live in.

when most of the visitors had moved away from their cage, i whispered to the babies.
“hi there. my name’s creepy. i’m a meerkat sympathiser.”

i don’t know if they understood, but if they did, then at least i won’t be put against the wall when their revolution comes.