Two Way March

Sometimes the boring way is the safest.

“I don’t know why they’re making us march like this, back and forth, forth and back, up and down, down and up,” said Marv. “I just passed those guys and those guys and those guys about a minute ago. And why are we walking in between this crack on this white stuff? What is it, caulk?”

“Yes, it’s caulk and it’s for your own good, Marv. See the sidewalk up there. Since we’re just below the sidewalk edge when those gigantic humans walk over us, they miss us completely. Ha! We’re safe. Our leaders are smart that way.”

“Maybe, but why the back and forth parading?”

“Think about it, Marv. You just feasted yourself on that chocolate and strawberry ice cream on the sidewalk. I was swimming in the orange dreamsicle. Warm, but sweet. Absolute feast. What’d you want to do, just go and lay down in the grass and sleep it off? No, our leaders say we need to walk it all off, and this is the safest place for us…in the crack on the caulk. Two-way highway, Baby! Also, gets us a chance to network with fellow travelers. Go ahead, high five ‘em as you go. Could meet the ant of your dreams. This could be the day, Marv. Plenty of opportunity.”

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