The children marched up to their rooms. I got straight to business.
" I think that it is dangerous to go outside. None of us really know how to fight off a predator. We are merely mice. In both choices, though, we will have to leave the safety of these walls," I said trailing off.
I let that sink in before I began again." Who knows what kind of terrible things lay outside these walls? How are we ever going to prepare for what lay ahead?"
It seemed no one had anything to say, so kept on talking.
"My children do not know how to defend themselves; much less do we know how to protect them. How are we supposed to scavenger for food out in the wild when we have never tried before. We would get no practice run. It would be scavenge and hind successfully or," I paused for emphasis, "we all would perish."
"I think it wise to be outside for as little as possible, leading me to think it best to find a new Bigfoot wall to live in," said my dad while wearing his "business" face.
My mom and wife sat quietly thinking things over and nodding understandingly. "So it is settled then," I paused to glace at everyone's reaction, "We are going to move to a new Bigfoot house. Now the question is, when? And how?"
"we will think this over in the morning, for I am afraid that I am dreadfully tired. Let's all sleep on this and then confirm our decision in the morning," said my mother with sleepy, drooping eyes.
