My friend Kindle A Spark wanted me to tell the story of this picture, so... here goes! When the time-slip happened – The Change - you can imagine how much the world altered. (Time-slip is the common term. The Change, the Event, the Apocalypse : these are what people like me call it, who can’t understand the science. Scientists say they get it, but after all, the scientists brought it all about, so why wouldn’t they say that? Science doesn’t lie, after all…) Anyway, after the Change, nothing’s been certain. You can wake up one morning and it’s not when you went to sleep the night before. No, no, I mean REALLY not when you went to sleep, like YEARS. It’s disconcerting. One night there’s cars, the next morning it’s horses and buggies. And it’s this way everywhere. Originally it was just the USA, we have crazier scientists. But we found out that we didn’t have a lock on that market, oh, no. Eventually, the whole world began to shift. Which brings me to Sid. Yeah, that picture? That’s Sid. One morning he was in the yard, just a baby, the shards of his egg still scattered around him. When the shift happened a couple days later, well… he didn’t go back. What was I supposed to do, just let him starve or something? He didn’t eat much, not then at least. Technology sort of ran rampant after the first Change. There were a lot of things we tried to bring time back to normal, none of which had much effect. I mean, not on what was supposed to be fixed. The effects mostly centered on atmosphere somehow. The ozone layer, remember that? Well, that went the way of Greenwich Mean Time, everyone wears the goggles now, against the sun. And those stylish radiation suits, too. Very fashion-forward. I don’t understand the mistiness after the sun goes down, or the temperature drop, but I’m not alone in that either. Just one of many Changes. So, Sid was just a little guy when my dog found him out back. I’m lucky that T.Rexs are smarter than we thought. He’s like a Great Dane with a Chihuahua; where dogs are concerned, he loves them all. He knows all dogs are off-limits for dinner. We have no squirrel problem, now, or chipmunks, though. And I did find an official card stuck in the door once, saying that an inspector from the county would be by to discuss my zoning violations – no farm animals, do you believe it? – but I never heard anything more about it. I guess I can’t be the only person with odd pets, after all. Back to the picture. Some gang member snapped it on a cell phone one night when Sid and I went for our nightly walk. I got the phone after he dropped it and ran, Sid wasn’t hungry enough for all of them. Better than Neighborhood Watch, I guess. You can tell by the way he looks at me that he’s much sweeter than one might think, and smarter. Just a big pussycat, really – cats don’t like him though. He likes them, but they’re pretty fast. People are easier. The police tell me crime is down significantly since we started walking at night, and the local precinct is good with it. Anyhow, that’s the story. Not much to tell, really. When the odd cow or something drops into the neighborhood, people bring ‘em to me. It really helps. I may tell you more about my adventures with Sid later, but for now, he’s catching a groundhog, and that’s always interesting. Catch ya’ll later, hear?
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 11:45:07 +0000
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