The saucer landed on the landing field. Gramps

The saucer landed on the landing field. Gramps disembarked, full of stories of planets he had buzzed. Xerel's Dad teeked: "Be kind, you lazy traveler, you." Granny Hargrok smirkled

He took out a rag and mopped his brow. Maybe a storm cloud would stop this heat. Gramps spied a darkness on the horizon. They weren't clouds - locusts, millions of them.

Gramps swallowed hard as he watched & listened to the huge swarm of giant locusts heading his way. He knew he'd have to eat them before they ate him & everything else in sight. So

he killed himself, because that he was convinced that it was not his fate to eat oversized grasshoppers. The grasshoppers subsequently stumbled upon his corpse when

they were out for their weekly Grasshoppers Self Help Society for Depressed Grasshoppers. When they saw his corpse, there was great rejoicing. No more suffering at his cruel hands.

The Society for Depressed Grasshoppers had their locust of operation in a field. When they met, a Depressed Grasshopper asked who made the coffee, and another said, "Katydid

." But none of the depressed grasshoppers laughed because they were depressed. It was the same at the Society for Depressed Grasshoppers Annual Ball. The dung beetles had a blast

at the Dung Ho down. After trochanter slapping fool on the hill beatle music, Dung Ho segued to his classic 'Tiny Dingles'. The depressed grasshoppers do-si-doed with the dung beet

les and right into the Hawaiian sunset, jitterbugging until dawn. Then the dong gonged. Dang! The Dung Ho down was done.