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They Marched

They marched on. Some in step. Others in many steps. Of all shapes and sizes. Some had 4 legs. Others had hundreds of legs. Some were big. Others small. Yet, they maintained order. They began to assembly in concentric circles. First larger, then smaller. An army of insects had arrived. Some scorpions stood by their traditional prey with a soldiers professionalism. The prey stood by their hunters with a sense of mutual self respect. Another place would have seen them in a race for their life. This was different.

The next row of marching creatures came in. They merged with the assorted shapes and sizes of the first battalion. They formed another row. Ants, bugs, beetles every one puffing out their thorasic cages in a display of militarty discipline. Millions of tiny feet marching to some unknown buzz?

What was their target? A huge cake of untold calories lay in the center of the huge concentric circle that being formed. As more and more creatures piled in, laying a seige on the rich gooey, choclatey coronary causer. Finally the circles were as close as they could be to the target. Almost on synch the probocises were raised in preparation for the impending attack.

A huge hand emerged from the sky and lifted the quarry away from the circle of insects.