A Little Trouble

A Little Trouble





"I have an announcement to make...", he began.  Thinking about the day before, the night after.  The morning.  The spotlights in the spacious press room, decked in red and gold, seemed too bright.  Glaring.  Everyone was watching, he was the center of attention.





He cleared his throat, wishing he could take a drink.  Making statements like this always made his mouth dry.





"...The actions propagated against us will not be tolerated and, as such, will be responded to in kind."  He took a breath.  There.  That part of it was out in the open.  "Prepare yourselves.  We shall show no mercy."  He scuttled off the stage.





The whole world, collective mouths agape, stood (or sat, or reclined) staring at their vidscreens thinking one thing: Sentient talking ants?  WTF?