Once upon a time, an industrious cricket, Fiddler of the woods, had this brilliant idea of bringing part of nature to those who lived out in that miserable concrete jungle. Besides, the economic benefits could be enormous since new-age and natural recordings had been popular as antidotes against the monotonous paces of city life, and certainly no one could outplay cricket's tune so well as the Fiddler did. So it and its friends bade farewell to one another and here went our Fiddler, with a noble course mixed with some monetary motives.
Jumping high and low, quick and slow, this cricket reached the outskirt of Techvile. One particular household came to our little friend as the perfect start for its debut - a well-trimmed, vast lawn that could encompass huge audience (don't step on it, the proprietor would suit you for trespassing), satellite dish that could broadcast this performance around the world (that's the receiving end, my poor friend), lights from everywhere (part of anti-burglar system) that could emphasis the sharp contrast between the Fiddler's minute body and its outstanding dexterity, and apparently, on the porch there was an eager audience with torch lights waiting tonight's show. Perfect!
And so with great expectation the cricket ran towards its audience. "Oh, boy, see how I'm gonna change the world!" the cricket thought. And before one could say the word," cricket," a giant foot came down with a terse curse "damn roach!" and left a flat, squashed bug behind.
Ever wondered why the world sometimes disagrees with you?
"If things are coming your way, you're in the wrong way; By the way, here comes the ambulance, make way."
Thu Nov 11 12:26:50 1999
