Looking in Your Window

Elaphe [Pantherophis] obsoleta

hungry for the rats

but consternates the cats

Fly on the Window

Indeed, technology advances — a given. But the constant? Human nature, of course.
  Which presents a downside of a kind. Today’s social media options are freely accessible to those with little real-world social skills. Simplistic tools for nothing more than ego validation. Personal details are put into the æther cloud without forethought.
  What of that housefly buzzing at the glass? Would you give him access to the particulars of what normal people would consider private? After all, that housefly is a drone of sorts. No doubt he has lots of buddies.
  As for consequences, sybylline auguration is unnecessary when such writing is already on the proverbial wall.

Condemnation Alley

Young Malinconico and Scarlatti had helmed the 980 ATV Explorer through the wilds of Wedgwood as bravely as they knew how. Though they had no shortage of the exploratory spirit, both were simple recruits not yet versed in the responsibilities of the safety and security of their mission and their vehicle. Alas, they realised their folly as they awoke one morning in the nonesmanneslond territory between Sheffield and Nottingham to find the 980 ATV vandalised and wrecked — no doubt by area mutants.
  Indeed, a valuable lesson was learned thenceforth.

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Who Let the Dogs Out?

Through the dense wood, vines and brush beyond the land of Deaf Kennedy, young Mrachnyy trudged persistently. He reached a clearing and stood for a moment taking in the scene.
  Neatly trimmed fescue. Some shade from nearby trees. And at the end of the paddock, a chain-link kennel. Several German Shepherds paced curiously back and forth within the enclosure.
  This was in the days before PETA, and Mrachnyy was not accustomed to seeing domesticated animals ignored in some pent-up cage, so what he proceeded to do was not some radical act, but a move based on the simplistic mirovozzrenie of any 5-year-old weaned on “Mutual of Heritageville’s Wild Safari” and Laddadog:
  He simply let the dogs out of their pen.
  Unfortunately, repercussions involved Courier One marching young Mrachnyy up to Mrs. Ock, the knyaginya of the estate, to atone for his misdeeds.
  One supposes the kid learned his lesson. But who the heck bothers having pets just to let them languish out of sight and remain ignored?