THE BEETLES’ STORY (…continued – Part 4)

“I wish I were human.”

“Huh!  You’d be in pain.”

“I could crush you with one foot.”

“Shut up and hold my front arms before I change my mind!” Shinybeet says, positioning himself in front of Redbeet, ready to drag her out of the mud.

The two struggle for a while.  Shinybeet pulls, Redbeet holds on tight.  But Shinybeet falls backwards with Redbeet’s two front legs still tucked under his arms.

“Fuck!” they both exclaim.

“Look what you’ve done now!  Look what you’ve done!” Redbeet bellows in a panic.

“All I did was to try and help you.  I did my best.  You’re done, mate.”

“No, no, no.  You won’t get away with this.  Now you get a fucking leaf and load me on!”

“You never give up do you?”

“I want to live.”

“You’ve got two legs left, you want to risk them?”

“Night is falling; we need to find a shelter.”

Complacent and suffering from a pang of guilt, Shinybeet, with tremendous effort, attempts to load Redbeet onto a leaf.  It is too late: the mud has dried and Redbeet cannot be pulled out.  The mud is as solid as concrete.

“I’ve got an idea,” Shinybeet says.  “I’ve got acquaintances.  They’ll help us out, don’t you despair.”

“Hurry, I’m hungry,” Redbeet says.

“Not my problem,” Shinybeet answers, disappearing out of Redbeet’s sight.

“Don’t leave me on my own, you coward!”

To be continued…

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THE BEETLES’ STORY (…continued – Part 3)

“Are you still here?” Shinybeet exclaims.

“What does it look like to you?”

“No need to be rude.  I could help you.”

“Who told you I was stuck?”

“No one.  I went around in a circle.”

“I knew I couldn’t trust you.”

“You don’t seem the better off for it.”

“Maybe, but I still have legs and now I know how not to get lost again.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m going to drop a pee every fifty meters so I can smell where my trace is coming from and go in a straight line.”

“How do you know it’s going to work?”

“Basic instinct on survival skills.”

“Really? You’re kind of confident for a guy who walks in circles.”

“It didn’t make me loose legs and reason.”

“What’s this about reason?”

“I’d better be going.”

“What about me?”

“What about you?”

“You could get a leaf, attach it to a stick, load me on and drag me away.”

“That’s what I meant by reason…  Besides, I’d be delayed.”

“Delayed?”

“In my quest for survival.”

“I’m sinking can’t you see?  You were going to take me away from the crazy world we lived in.  You even mentioned kids.  We’d improve the world, you and I.”

“It was only a suggestion.  You were desperate and I knew it would make you happy.”

“Well, thank you very much you hypocritical skunk!”

“Skunk?”

“Your entire being reeks of lies and deceit.”

“I offered you freedom.  Look at me, I’m free.  My family is long gone and I make friends as I go.”

“Love them and leave them right?”

“Precisely.”

“You’re going to let me die here all of my own?”

“I’d rather not watch.”

“Help me out for God’s sake!”

“I’ll help you out of the mud but then you’re on your own.”

“I’m missing a couple of legs.”

“I saw that.  You can still drag yourself.”

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THE BEETLES’ STORY (…continued – part 2)

“So why did you?”

“First time I encountered a mud storm.  Besides, I can’t predict the future.  Did your instinct tell you not to come?”

“No, but it warned me not to trust you.”

“Well why did you?”

“Because we were friends.”

“It’s too late for regrets now.  Go your own way.”

“First you get me out of this jungle, it’s your fault.”

“Stop the winging, woman!  It makes me lose my concentration.”

“Your concentration, as you call it, led us through a mud storm.”

“So you said.  Stop the fucking blame game.  I’ll get you out of here any way I can.”

“I’m better off on my own.”

“One minute ago you said…  Oh, suit yourself, I’m going.”

Several hours go by.  As fate has it, the two used-to-be-bugs-friends’ paths cross again.  Redbeet is a she red beetle, Shinybeet is a shiny, he multi-coloured beetle.  Redbeet is stuck in the mud and is sinking very slowly into it.  If this continues, she’s going to drown in it.  She’s lost her two back legs already.  She’s in no pain but she can’t move.  This time, Redbeet seems happy to see Shinybeet again.

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THE BEETLES’ STORY

“It’s your fault entirely; I’m holding you responsible for it. What do you suggest we do now?“
“Shut up and walk!”
“Why do I have to do everything you say?”
“Do as you wish then, I don’t care.”
“Don’t you have a conscience?”
“I don’t give a damn.”
“What about me?”
“Follow me or fuck you, you decide.”
“Where are we heading?”
“Shut up!”
“Why should I trust you?”
“Huh! Women… do or don’t, I don’t—“
“—care. We used to be friends.”
“That was then.”
“Real friends don’t lead their friends through mud storms on purpose.”
“You were only too willing to follow me.”
“Had I known where this would lead, I wouldn’t have.”
“Likewise.”
To be continued…