It was a dual-grasshopper day, two of them fighting survival's urge and spinning full-muscled to man's endless pavement. The first had fewer worries, being so small, the odds in his favor to keep his legs on and his carapace uncrushed. The second, three times larger, female, pregnant, just needed a break from the hunt in the reeds.

The sun felt good on her back, despite the sporadic rain of deadly bootfalls. The endless horizon around her was exhiliarating, despite the evil, curious children. The sun warmed her, inducing torpor, yet as soporific as she had become internal alarms sounded. She knew she must jump soon, warn sun and endless horizons promising no sanctuary.

Something was coming, quickly. She just had to jump one more time;

one more time

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