Timmy Roach Tale

Timmy the Cockroach was scuttling about minding his own business. It was just another usual day in Roachland and today he decided to spend the evening examining a tear on one of the manling's netting windows. The strange world of men seemed so far yet so close at times and today, Timmy's curiousity got the better of him.

Peering through the torn wire netting, Timmy clambers down the window and scuttles around on the damp floor. Probably a man-flood happened here. Humans have such a tendency to waste water. you would begin to understand why most of their squishy bodies are filled with it.

Before him looms a giant orange pail, a massive construct of the man-lings to which its purpose was unknown to poor little Timmy who was but a simple city roach. Then, a whistling sound and a massive Smack was heard as the news literally hits Timmy hard. A giant newspaper seems to have fallen from the heavens above to strike Timmy senseless. He could not feel a few of his legs and his inner organs felt a little misplaced. He see's a feeler lying only centimetres away.

Cool water gushes forth carrying little Timmy down the little covered manhole that was usually closed. The darkness swallows Timmy as once again he is returned home to his cannibalistic kind. Soon his brethren would sense his weakness and move in. It was only a matter of time before the feeding would begin. Timmy concludes that today might have been better spent in bed.