Horace sighed, "Yes, but that's not the point. Some beings just desire
more, like humans."
Pelly interrupted, "More than their fair share?"
"No," Horace replied, somewhat annoyed by Pelly's intrusion. "because then what do you define as fair? If I make sure that those around me have the best food and shelter does that mean I'm taking more than my fair share? If so how do you decide who gets the choicest stuff? This is the basis for war, people fight over material."
"That's stupid" Pelly remarked "why can't they just be satisfied with what they have?"
"Are you satisfied with your comfortable, air conditioned dwelling with upholstered furniture and a constant supply of delicious food?" Horace put extra emphasis on this last part with almost a mocking, sarcastic tone. Silence followed. Pelly sighed and looked up at the sky again.
"Yes, but I suppose I would be happy just about anywhere." Suddenly Pelly cried out, on the horizon there were planes. Little black dot in formation heading straight for the base. Horace whirled around and squinted to get a better look. As the planes drew closer he developed a grim look on his face.
Horace's voice changed, from one of polite discussion to stern seriousness. "Get down from that ledge Pelly and follow me, we must hurry."
"Why?" Pelly asked surprised.
"Those aren't our planes, their the enemy's. Let's go, they'll be here soon." Pelly leaped down and almost immediately men began scrambling out of buildings to and fro. Pelly was confused, where were they going, what were they running from? Horace was calm but quick. He practically raced across the tarmac with Pelly close behind right in front of three planes lined up for takeoff. The speakers were blaring. "Alpha, Omega, Delta, I repeat this is not a drill!" The speakers yelled. Pelly and Horace cut around behind a building. There was a door in the back which they both slipped into. It was dark in the room. Pelly could see ok but Horace was moving on memory, sometimes tripping or stumbling on things left lying on te floor. Horace walked up to a pile of crates and felt around. Feeling the space Pelly could clearly see he ushered Pelly into the crack. "Stay here and do not move until I come and get you." Horace said, he turned around and disappeared out the door.
Pelly interrupted, "More than their fair share?"
"No," Horace replied, somewhat annoyed by Pelly's intrusion. "because then what do you define as fair? If I make sure that those around me have the best food and shelter does that mean I'm taking more than my fair share? If so how do you decide who gets the choicest stuff? This is the basis for war, people fight over material."
"That's stupid" Pelly remarked "why can't they just be satisfied with what they have?"
"Are you satisfied with your comfortable, air conditioned dwelling with upholstered furniture and a constant supply of delicious food?" Horace put extra emphasis on this last part with almost a mocking, sarcastic tone. Silence followed. Pelly sighed and looked up at the sky again.
"Yes, but I suppose I would be happy just about anywhere." Suddenly Pelly cried out, on the horizon there were planes. Little black dot in formation heading straight for the base. Horace whirled around and squinted to get a better look. As the planes drew closer he developed a grim look on his face.
Horace's voice changed, from one of polite discussion to stern seriousness. "Get down from that ledge Pelly and follow me, we must hurry."
"Why?" Pelly asked surprised.
"Those aren't our planes, their the enemy's. Let's go, they'll be here soon." Pelly leaped down and almost immediately men began scrambling out of buildings to and fro. Pelly was confused, where were they going, what were they running from? Horace was calm but quick. He practically raced across the tarmac with Pelly close behind right in front of three planes lined up for takeoff. The speakers were blaring. "Alpha, Omega, Delta, I repeat this is not a drill!" The speakers yelled. Pelly and Horace cut around behind a building. There was a door in the back which they both slipped into. It was dark in the room. Pelly could see ok but Horace was moving on memory, sometimes tripping or stumbling on things left lying on te floor. Horace walked up to a pile of crates and felt around. Feeling the space Pelly could clearly see he ushered Pelly into the crack. "Stay here and do not move until I come and get you." Horace said, he turned around and disappeared out the door.