by Horia Hulea
Chapter 5
Ten-thousand Earth rotations later, and our lovely kitten drops again from the clear blue sky on the same spot as before. And as he lands on all fours, he starts looking curiously around for the long-awaited changes (not long from his perspective, though, because he just came from the past a few seconds ago).
The same charming cave is still there, but other trees are shading the entrance (and also other rocks). There is another Mog, probably still son of Mog, as dumb as the last hundred generations … but this time, they have dogs?
Dogs!?!?
Stupid monkeys!
Stupid! Stupid!
Chase, chase, chase. Jump, jump, jump. Bush, bush, bush, aaaand climb in the nearest tree up, up, up to the highest branch!
You had to domesticate dogs first??
Why not chickens??
Log entry: "Stoopid monkeyz!"
Barely catching his breath and calming his poor little nerves, he continues.
Log entry: "It is da impahssiblest chance for da monkeyz to cause da ekstinkshun!"
How could the professors be so mistaken? Global climate change? Planetary scale catastrophic destructions? All done by humans? Pah! All wrong! They have a language of only grunts and farts, and they can't even come up with other names then Mog and Trog!
Another log entry: "They iz yet to invent da wheel! They iz da worstest stoopid mammals! They livez in caves, they iz stoopid, they has no higiene, they iz stoopid, they iz horrible, horrible, horrible and they nevah wash, they nevah groom, they pee where they sleep and they poo where they eat, they iz stoopid, stoopid, stoopid, too stoopid to cause an event of big magnitude! I haz to jump again and I hopez they did not fart da planet to death!"
