Our voices still as we enter the ancient village. Even crumbling, smothered with new growth, the ruins are impressive. I know the stories, how they choked on their own folly. I wouldn’t wish to live crammed in with countless others, to smother in the reek of endless fires.
Still, they had powers and knowledge I cannot imagine. They reached to the sky, they dreamed, even their failures scarred the earth for generations. I wonder what my ancestors were truly like. I crouch to study the figure the hunters found, tail outstretched for balance, but it is only a hairless monkey.
Read the explanation below only after you've thought about it, and really, really don't get it...
Oh, come on! Who do you think would take over the area around a city if everything fell apart. What creature does everyone associate with cities; the first to establish a symbiotic relationship with man without becoming domesticated? The city rat, of course!
And, yes, you guessed it, I'm not much of a city person. Forests, mountains, streams, oceans and meadows for me.