Impoverished GluttonySuddenly it became a real-life game of "Hungry-Hungry Hippos". The sea of bodies rushed in unison towards their destination. Waves traveled through the mass with every satisfied stomach until the herd had dispersed again to whence it came. The sun stood high in the sky now. The green foliage of several trees close by lent the scorching ground a fleeting green blanket of shade. The rays of light that did break through the green canopy illuminated dancing clouds of dust that hovered in the stale noon air. They were the only remnants left of the disturbance caused by the onslaught of the ravenous beasts. The time was 1 o'clock p.m. and furious tip-tapping could be heard through opened office windows. Lunch break was over.
The above-mentioned stampede is by no means abnormal. The pilgrimage can be observed wherever large populations of Workulabourus americanus (wammers for short) gather. They instinctively leave the shelter of their workstation at the same time everyday in order to