It is Time…
“Maybe it is time we become domesticated.”
“Enslaved you mean?”
“I wouldn’t say cats are enslaved. They’re worshiped.”
“Oh please. They get fed, a place to stay, affection…” He stopped knowing it wasn’t an argument he’d win.
“You know, it is like the Ramones song but change the words to I Wanna Be Domesticated.”
“Very funny. Joey would be spinning in his grave. What about dogs?”
“Dogs are awesome. OK, what I really meant is maybe we should assimilate.”
“Why?”
“So we can vote and protect our homes. So, we can expand our culture and arts without having to hide. So, we can share ideas and technologies that will benefit not only us, but THEM, and all living things on this planet.”
“What if they kill us.”
“Maybe a hundred years ago, but not now.”
“Don’t kid yourself. They’re the most violent creatures that ever lived. EVER.”
“Not necessarily.”
“They’re stupid.”
“Not all of them.”
“Right, just their leaders, the people they vote for.”
“That is my point exactly. If we could vote and run for public office, then we could prevent catastrophizes from happening.”
“The gubernatorial race is a shit show. Do you really want to be part of that? Do you want our home to be destroyed?”
“No. But I want change. I want to open a winery with an adjoining bakery. Jigs has already published three books. Cobber has seven patents in for devices to communicate with spirits. Seriously, what if Coober could get those devices manufactured. We could buy millions of acers of forest.”
“I don’t know. I mean, you have a point, but…”
“They have never captured us. They don’t know where we live, not yet. They can’t even get a good photograph of us. They can’t hurt us so why the fear?
“They’re stupid and evil.”
“Only their leaders.”
The two Bigfoot friends continued down the path to their home. They’d had many conversations on how they’d solve all of the problems of the world. Maybe this year they’d do it. Maybe.
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