The citizens are restless. Their brains are filled with anxiety they cannot tame. They don’t know where it’s coming from nor when it will leave. Some suspect it grows out of the uncertainty of Economic Depression. Others fear widespread revolt of the animal kingdom for humanity’s crimes against them.
The populace is reacting in unexpected ways. Each night, during my patrol, I see another house with it’s furniture piled high atop its roof. The family languishing inside, dazed, unsure of where to sit or where to place their cereal bowls. The piles of furniture are a protest. But how? And in what way? And against who?
They do not know.