The Write Perspective

“Dave! Dave, get back here!” Anna Martin ordered from the door of the family’s home. “I told you, you can’t go to work with your father.”

Dave sighed and turned around. “But it’s so much more fun than shopping with you.”

The Martins’ life had  changed a lot recently. Dave was still young and it was a big job for Anna to keep him and his brother Don out of trouble. Recently they spent most of their days shopping for home decorations and food. 

Anna’s best friend and next door neighbor, Sue, met them outside and they chattered loudly while their offspring created a ruckus. 

There were nearly fifteen families that lived on the farm during  the summer. They would travel from Florida, Brazil, and  other locations and reunite in northern Missouri. 

That evening Greg got home later than usual. “Honey, you’ll never believe what happened at work today!” He nearly burst with excitement. “I got Carole!” 

Anna gasped, “Are you serious?”

“You think I’d joke about this? Come look!”

They rushed to the door and watched with evil  glee as Carole, one of the human inhabitants and a favorite target of the Martins, stared down at her hand with revulsion. A pile of black and white residue sat squarely on her thumb. . 

Anna shouted at Sue who yelled at her husband and before Carole had a chance to go inside the entire colony was flying in circles above her, celebrating. 

“Impressive shot!” the mayor cried. “Raw talent!”

“That’s two years running, remarkable!” Greg’s father slapped him on the back. 

The next day everyone went about soiling cars, chairs windows, and more with renewed vigor. 

Inside the house, Carole was bleaching her hand and demanding that her father destroy the Martins’ houses. The three humans above the age of fifty (Father, Mother, and Grandmother) staunchly defended the Martin’s cause.

Even though the Martins celebrated this momentary victory they realized that the future of them and their offspring could be in jeopardy.

“We do our best,” Greg said at the dinner table, “and we have the older population right where we want them. I worry though that they haven’t passed our cause down to their children. I mean, without humanity providing us with ugly, white eyesores to live in we might have to…to…” he shuddered, “live in trees!”

They had  a meeting a few days later to address this pressing issue and came away united. They would chirp louder at the sight of the younger generation. They would prioritize targeting their cars. These actions would portray their selfless contribution to society better than anything else. . “This summer we will be more annoying and more uncouth than ever before!” The mayor bellowed. 

“More annoying!”

“More uncouth!!” The mob chanted. 

With nothing else to recommend them, they do keep their word.