It was a bright, sunny day in Veggieland, and there are some simmering tensions in the air as a result of some foreigners arriving in town.
Elsewhere, it’s life as usual.
The hierarchy is well-defined. Size does matter. As does colour.
And nobody likes the elites.
Very often, inter-clan tensions can reach boiling point.
Violence is never far away.
Tragedies are common.
But there is always the wise philosopher, who tells it like it is.
And in this case, the philosopher is totally right.
And the Bisibelebaath was delicious. I am off to my Sunday siesta now.