Mr. and Mrs. Termite tucked themselves into their little bed.
Mr. Termite’s tummy growled. “That was a long trip, honey. I’m really hungry.”
“Me too,” said Mrs. Termite, “let’s eat. There’s a lot of food here.”
“Yes, it is a beautiful buffet. But remember, Noah told us we can’t eat the gopher wood.”
“None of it?”
“None of it.”
“But I don’t see anything else to eat. Gopher wood is everywhere. What can we eat?”
Mr. Termite snuggled up to Mrs. Termite. “No worries, dear. Noah said this will be a long trip, but we will survive. God will provide.”
100-word micro-fiction, a drabble
