It wasn't the increase in sugar prices or the rising cost of packaging machinery that kept the cookies from being made, but rather a lack of the cleaner, less salty version of that which covers most of our planet: water. The ingredients had been poured into the giant mixing bowl and aerated, but then left for the flour mites to devour. It was the latter (and the interaction between their digestive systems and the baking soda) that caused the macabre, percussive symphony of popping noises that were coming from the area around the giant mixing machine. Odd that the humans didn't pay it much attention when the sound was that of the more curious and energetic of a race being annihilated. The younger, exploratory mites has been told many times of the dangers of eating flour from outside of the giant storage bags, but somehow curiosity and hunger got the better of them. The strategy now had to be designed to somehow get the cookie production underway. Even the human scouts were now suffering as the mix went unmixed and the cookies went unsold.
No one would have guessed that the actions of a lab of computer scientists, engineers, and assorted other folk would so directly affect the cookie making, but the scouts had for a long time been the beneficiaries of gracious donations from the lab and they long ago became rather dependent on them. The Parmalot milk and the Swiss Miss hot cocoa were often in short supply, but this was the first time that anyone could remember a shortage of the Poland Spring water that the lab received in heavy plastic containers. The usual method of transfer was for water to disappear from the pumper container in the 7th floor kitchen, as this was convenient to the kitchen in which the scouts did their baking and the pumper provided a means for rapidly transferring a manageable amount of H20. Why someone would use the last of the water and not replace the jug was still a mystery to many, but the difficulty that it caused for the flour mites and the scouts was rather tangible. Didn't they know that this was a life and death matter? The scouts couldn't lift the jugs, nor could the mites, so water stayed locked in neat blue plastic walls just out of the reach of those who needed it most.
Come discuss social responsibility and the legend of the flour mites at today's...
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