This is getting out of hand!
I gently brush the angry ant away; after all I was trespassing. Displaced Iraqis are becoming a nuisance.
Our ants are angry that we have occupied their domain "Under the Tree".
My eyes wouldn't open – I was dreaming, and I wanted to see the conclusion of my dream : ……
I was watching TV, the Parliamentary session we had watched earlier this morning. The Electricity Minister and the Oil Minister, both being questioned in the Parliament as to the electricity and fuel situation in the country. They were fighting the "good" fight, back to back, with their sabers flashing. Fact after distorted fact spilled forth from their tongues.
The Oil Minister, high browed, blue blooded, married to bluer blood still – all leaning east, said he hadn't enough power and fuel to work the refineries – butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
The Electricity Minister, a man of the masses; an excellent technician, worked his way up through the ranks, said he hadn't enough fuel to work the electricity power stations.
Was there something strange here – was it a distortion in my dream?? A Catch 22 situation if ever there was one!!
My son handed me a chocolate bar; it was very soft because of the heat – the heat! – It started melting – I kneeled forward and reached out - and magically, my hands entered the scene on TV through an opening. I felt a refreshingly cool breeze blow into my face; I reached out to the Ministers' faces and started applying the melted chocolate - to their astonishment. The chocolate, melting in my hands, hardened on their coooooooooooooool faces – to such an extent it began breaking off in tiny triangles as they attempted to speak their indignation. They looked rather good in brown.
I couldn't bring myself to crush the angry ant. After all, it was I who was trespassing.