The Lifelong Learner

 

They are digging tunnels, the hobbitses. Goat eating hobbits. Tasty goat, pieces and bits! Secrets. Secret tunnels. Shifty bags of dirty and stone. Dusty smell of elvish bones! Speak of war; war back home. They eat goat and bread and cheese; in scraps where they eat for lunch and tea. Tasty goat, Toronto hobbit tunnel fare.

They leave the tunnels lots of times. No one there. No one down there. Wrapper snacks. Coffee spills. Always a cigarette butt in a paper cup with yellow spit. Little rats, some times. They fall in. Vegan diet rats. Such a tasty treat!

This tunnel has too many boxes. It smells of marzipan. Nobody hobbit goes down there. Spiders living there. Stay away, spiders mean things that eat spiders come down there. Orc runes on the boxes. This is not candy. Boomu. 

This tunnel does not know about the other tunnel. If they knew, they would know their excavation is unstable; and will surely compromise the high pressure sewage junction nearby. Our best computer models predict a power sinkhole. Pretty much inevitable. Asbestos pipe, from before 1988, too. When that 'marzipan' gets sucked down to the magma chamber under Toronto (hence the sinkhole), it will become unstable. Smaug will be released.

It is so dark in the tunnels when the lights are off. You can hear whispers. Little baby dragon teeth, seeds of something. Growing. A tree of white stars.  A babbling brook. A river of magma. Sex tourists, from the future, here to watch.