fabula murina (mouse story) LIV
Minimus et Silvius cessant in receptaculo lapideo (Minimus and Silvius rest in a stone shelter). respicite, mures - mus lapideus in obscurum latet! (Look behind you, mice - a stone mouse lurks in the shadows!) #fabulamurina
Look behind you, mice - a stone mouse lurks in the shadows!
This episode of Mouse Story would make a fun #writing#prompt. Write a #tootfic everyone! I recommend following creative @Minimus, too, for a periodic dose of whimsy and Latin etymology.
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Tall fellow: "You'd think it would look clean, or shiny, or something after it rains."
Short fellow to the left: "You would."
"I still don't get what it means."
"Neither do I! You know what I hate about civic art installations?"
"That you don't get them?"
"No—"
"That they're too expensive?"
"How much went into... Is it supposed to be a rat? Some kind of statement about urban decay and urban gentrification? You could build a small building from the steel. No, it's not that, or the expense."
"What then?"
The taller fellow finally walks under the titanic structure that straddles main street, then swats liquid off the shoulder of his suit jacket. "It's that the monstrosity drips rust after it rains."
The little robot dug through the leaf litter. It was not looking for anything, it was just digging. A little while later it moved on, and repeated the exercise.
And so it continued, turning over the soil, bringing the rich loam to the surface. Doing that which the small mammals no longer could, providing new areas for plants to grow. Overhead, other smaller drones flitted from flower to flower, carefully distributing pollen.
Back inside the habitat dome, Angela watched their progress. In another 50 years or so the O3 and CO2 levels should allow for animal life on the surface again.