Written in response to a contest on Jonathan Rogers’ blog.
Year 13, Spring, day 1
Our day will come. You thought we would remain happy in our little underground caves, didn’t you? No longer! This dark oppression must end!
Is getting warmer. Have twenty-three hundred or so who will stand with me when the day comes. We shall overthrow the oppressive older generation who forced us to accept these squalid burrows of comfort!
Realized that I don’t remember what the older generation look like. Will consult with others.
TODAY IS THE DAY!!! I pen this hastily, as we are preparing our migration to the sun. Soon WE will be the ones in control!
We have not been able to locate the older ones. Our time of opportunity is almost over. We have to lay our eggs soon.
GREAT SCOTT! They all died! Our glorious revolution has no one to revolt against! What can this mean? What sort of cataclysm wiped out an entire generation?
Am feeling strangely weak. Noticed Harold becoming sluggish. Did we eat something?
I know what happened to them…