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The Hopper Class~(Please add_)
In the world outside your door
A grasshopper and a bumblebee flew into a bar.
The bar, owned by a snail and a turtle, is a frequent stop over for late afternoon patrons. This being the height of the summer mating season, the airways, in all directions, can become quickly congested.
Between the 200 hundred species of grasshoppers attempting to divide their days between feeding, mating and resting, a quick stop over at the Turtle Snail's Bar is almost a required ritual if one is to be considered an HOPPER CLASS.
With the exception of their status classification not much difference can be found in the behavior, more accurately, in the expectation of any respected BIG BOMBLER amongst the Bumblebees.
So it is with no surprise that the partnership of a HOPPER CLASS and a BIG BOMBLER should enter the Turtle Snail's for some late midsummer afternoon refreshments.
Over and above expectations, an additional insective was that of the Turtle Snail's establishment’s very generous frequent flyer program. Among the many treats offered on the Frequent Flyer Program (POLLEN) is the advance notification on the best harvesting food areas for each day. And when you are competing with the likes of 50,000 other mouths, just from your clan alone, the POLLEN program offers a serious advantage.
The partnership having bought the Turtle and the Snail together was once originally founded in love, well one couldn't really call it love they were infatuated with each other. But over time they became impatient with each other. Perhaps it was the slow indirect meanderings of the Snail while the Turtle felt that a more direct path would have taken a much shorter time. Perhaps it was the Turtle's need to constantly be focused on the requirement for Speed. Regardless of what it took, they found compromise and now they are joint partners and friends. At times, mostly Turtle, after drinking one too many of the leftover drinks, they would get caught up in their slow lane of momentary lovers.
This day, as the Grasshopper sat on the chair, he looked over to the Bumblebee, sitting on the chair to his left, both facing the bar, he inquired "what will you have to drink?"
Bumblebee looking intensely, first at the top shelf of the bar’s drink selection, then slowly moving his eyes towards the bottom shelf, spun purposefully around on the chair then replied, half jokingly, half serious, "I'll have a bit of everything?"
Before the Grasshopper could respond and without looking at either Grasshopper or Bumblebee, Turtle responded, "We have the exact thing for you but it will take awhile"
1. NEW SINCE 1st Published
The Turtle Snail’s was located on one of the most pristine of valleys. It was bordered on its eastern side by the open mix meadows and grass land that ended at its far reaches into the forested area. On a summer’s morning as the sun arose so too were very vocal citizens of the valley. From the creatures heading in to sleep after their long night of hunting and partying to those creatures preparing to begin their busy day, silence was not a page in the activity of the valley. And if per chance, silence became noticed then there would a world of difference to be navigated. But today was not about that rarely experienced silence.
On the western side of the Turtle Snail’s flowed the grand river. Where the grand river came closest to the Turtle Snail’s, a human could walk for twenty strides at high river, usually during the spring months, before the water would reach above their knees and closer to 70 to 100 strides by mid August. Here also, not unlike the eastern side, an entire universe of life entities made their home. It is from the western side that one of the Turtle Snail’s biggest bully made their regular entrance.
Oh, I must quickly clarify. The Turtle Snail’s has two entrances. The DRY landing on the eastern side and THE WET landing, that of the western side. There are very few rules that governs the Turtle Snail’s but rules that must never be disobeyed. Upon entering the Turtle Snail’s, by either entrances all patrons must signal by way of tapping onto the small upside flower-like amule hanging at each door. By tapping onto the soft flower like amulet, you are INKED with a red dye, insuring that you have read
rule number one
Rule # 1
There are no free meals.
This rule is a foundation rule that keeps peace inside the Turtle Snail’s. The Turtle Snail’s is the neutrality of a “Switzerland” in your world. All conflicts are to be set aside within the walls of the Turtle Snail’s. It was the breaking of this rule that saw, ONLY THIS VERY SEASON, the return of BULLY the Frog. It was the indiscriminate digesting of one of Jim’s, the Grasshopper, best friend that resulted in a one season ban of all Frogs from the Turtle Snail’s. This day to be exact, was their very first day of being on probation back in the Turtle Snail’s and everyone knew it. Why? Because they were placed to sit inside Turtle Snail’s “DROP ZONE.” More about the perils of the DROP ZONE later.
As the afternoon got warmer, so too did the growing crowd of patrons entering both the Dry landing as well as the Wet landing entrances. While still awaiting that Special drink, Bumblebee turned to Jim and said,
“when was old froggie allowed back in?”
The Turtle Snail’s was a ranch style layout on the its inside. The lower level was the only accessible entrance from those coming in from the WET landing. As the camera pans away from the far corner of the room, moving away from its focus on BULLY, the frog, what we see is a ranch style backsplit upper deck. Through the eyes of the camera we are moved from the floor level, gradually arriving by way of its three tiered raising seating areas eventually with the final upper most deck encircling the interior in a half halo shape.
Without even acknowledging the question, Jim responded,
“they are always either gloating or bloating either way they should be forced to just stay the hell away”
It was at that moment that Turtle responded with his own answer to the question.
“Bully has signed off of meat and is now strictly vegetarian. Thus the reason why is back in on probation!”
2. NEW SINCE 1st Published (Jan 12th 2023) update Jan 17th 2023
From first arriving at the Turtle and Snail’s, both Jim the Grasshopper and Ranger the Bumblebee, one could have easily mistaken the establishment for a lifeless wasteland of space, with only its owners Turtle and Snail for companionship. Now, within what seemed no more than the time it took to fly from the clear, visible sightline of the edge of the meadows to that of the bar, this once wasteland now closer resembled the activity of an enclosed Times Square on any national holiday. In one section, easily identified by its numerous colourful POLLINATORS of varying sizes and species added to the equally colourful identifiable clans within each species, we could feel the heartbeat of the meadows sounded out by the level of combined noise and interactions.
The status of POLLINATORS stood above even the individuality of that of the status of an Hopper Class member. Not to be confused of course, many species of the Hopper Class were also lower class pollinators. It is said that in the human city of New York in the North American Continent, POLLINATORS can pollinate over 1 Billion flowers IN A SINGLE DAY. POLLINATORS are extremely respected and valued by the all nations of Insects.
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