I was walking in the woods yesterday, minding my own business, when I did come across some very tall ladies taking tea. They were mighty fine ladies, having been whisked into this century, or so it did seem, from some time in the past, with their puffed sleeves and upswept hairdos. Quite breathtaking, they were. And how clever they were, too, to have all these little men in red hats running around doing their bidding. The ladies just had to jangle their bells and the little men would jump into action.
These dwarves were forever gardening and making cupcakes and brewing tea and generally scurrying about making themselves useful. It fair made my heart sing, seeing their little community so happily going about its business. Ah yes, thought I, what an upstanding place our planet would be if the men of this world took their rightful place and lived only to serve women, as did these dwarves, instead of wasting time in games of combat, in the growing of huge thumbs manipulating Xbox Controllers, in the viewing of Internet pornography, and in the displaying of masculinity through the remodeling of bathrooms, the visiting of strip clubs and the playing of golf.
As far as I knew, I had not had a hallucinogen slipped into my morning coffee, and thus what I was viewing was indeed reality, and long did I idle near this group of elegant ladies who were taking tea and discoursing in a most civilized fashion. Until, alas, chaos ensued.
It seemed that after all, the dwarves were not so happy with their lot. Suddenly, to my dismay, they formed a cluster and started that most modern of phenomena, a protest. There was much waving about of banners. As with most protests, I don’t think that even the dwarves themselves knew what they were protesting. But they were generally angry little red faced dwarves. And the ladies blew their whistles and tried to resume order in their perfectly ordered world, and thank goodness, eventually they managed it.
I left the scene much bemused and scratching my head, quite perplexed and in need of a stiff drink. And what do you, gentle reader, make of it all? Who were these fine ladies and these fine dwarves? Aliens from another planet or spies or, well, I would love to know how you would interpret these strange events?