Brilliant Locusts

A farmer caught two locusts before roasting they cried out “Spare us, farmer. Let’s agree our mandibles are hoes we shall dig your gardens but allow us to eat all weeds our abdomen are tanks of oil domesticate us, live with us cooking oil you will get free smearing oil is there for you only do not touch wings, legs we shall sing, dance for you.” The farmer was thrilled Sang beautiful joyful songs “I shall be happy forever All riches are at my door my friends locusts , a rare gift free labor, free oil, free music neighbors come to feast!” But whenever locusts sang and vibrated their limbs generations of locusts flew in annoyed, worried, tortured, he ate, burned, crashed in vain crops were eaten and locusts inherited his farm forever.