I'm not sure
where they came from, or how they got here, but I knew what their plans were:
to take over, to consume our belongings, to overtake us. And I knew I had to
stop them…
In the beginning, I hadn't thought much
about them. I had seen a couple of them milling around and hadn't really even
cared. I had my own cares and concerns, and really didn't see them as a threat.
But as time passed, I noticed that their numbers began increasing; soon there
was a small army hanging around. Alarms began going off in my brain, like
tingling senses, warning me that an invasion may be inevitable
And as if I had prophesied my own fate,
they began coming into our home, invading our privacy, going through all that
we owned, as if it were their own, and I couldn't stop it. Nothing was sacred,
nothing was out of their reach, and I felt all hope was gone. I had no idea of
how to get rid of these invaders. I wasn't a woman of violence, and I knew I
would not be able to get a hold of the authorities in time.
But then it came to me…a delicious,
delectable plan that would win the hearts of my nemeses and happily send them
back to their own land. I would prepare a feast for them. Food is a binding
element. What better way to bring peace
and harmony to any situation?
So I busied myself making my
"guests" comfortable, quietly preparing what I knew they would love.
They seemed to not notice as I busied myself gathering up all the ingredients I
would need to prepare them a mouth watering meal of irresistible flavors. When
I finished, I knew I couldn't get them all into one room, so I served them wherever
they were. Some were in the kitchen, others were in the dining room, but most had gathered
in the sitting room.
I placed the food in front of them, being
careful not to startle or offend, and to my joy they began consuming all that I
gave them. I could see the excitement, none of them held back. I gave them
seconds, and they were grateful. How pleased they were that this great feast
was given in their honor. They had come expecting to have to work at getting
everything they wanted, and found hospitality instead.
As I stood back to watch, I felt a little
smile form upon my lips. I had conquered these intruders all by myself. Not
with strength, nor power, but with poison! Everything they were eating had been
poisoned. Soon they would feel the effects…but not too soon, the poison was
slow acting and they would be far away before they knew what I had done. They
would take the left-overs back to their families and comrades, who would
eventually be overcome as well.
The thrill of victory swelled in my veins
as I contemplated the fate of each warrior, wreathing in agony as the poison
slowly effected their vital organs. And as their loved ones came to their
rescue, or their comfort, they too would be effected and eventually die.
Oh! How sweet the thrill of undeniable
victory!
“As long as we have faith in our own cause
and an unconquerable will to win, victory will not be denied us.”
― Winston
Churchill
