The life of the world slipped past. Its streamers flying out behind it flapping in the interstellar breeze. Today, was its day. All around stars and planets of different forms beamed and patted it on the back.
The stars which for years had been moving into the correct places, spelled out 'Happy birthday to you' in the sky. It was its tenth generation as a planet. An important year in its life. After this point it was on its own. No more help from galactic central planets, it had to keep track of its own life forms. It smiled slightly at its inhabitants, and lay back for a rest to recover from the excess of magma it had indulged in over the birthday celebrations.
A few million years later it woke up with a huge headache, it had been some party, it even remembered something about inducing an ice age to get ice for the drinks. Wow, what a party. It wasn't going to forget it in a hurry. With a quick stretch and a bit of a shake it decided to look to see how things were going. Running its eye critically over the shape of the ecology and the contours of the land. It couldn't help but notice the large number of the two legged ones. Obviously this ecology needed some work. None of them were green. Amazing what can happen if you just drop off for a little while. It sighed and started on its work.
The foundations started to shake. The room starts to tilt crazily. Windows smash into thousands of pieces and shower downwards into the gloom. Cars thrash around in agony on the ground, trying to escape their mortal coil. The ground wobbles up and down like jelly donuts tossing the unfortunate cars around the streets like a pin ball game. Eventually the world throws up the magma it had caught in its throat, covering the cars in a instant mould of rock.
All over the world, natural disasters struck down the cities. The people were left walking on top of the smashed remains of the once dirty cities, now covered in layers and layers of rock and dust. The frogs, who had once been becoming extinct, suddenly hopped up everywhere. The world of swamps and dinosaurs slowly started to re-evolve. People started to grow hairier and hang around caves drawing pictures on the wall. Sharp sticks came back into fashion and the skirts got longer to show the economy was back on its feet. Dodo's came back to life with more claws and larger beaks than ever before. Wreaking havoc on those who had once made them extinct, they chuckled politely.
Once people had thought of stars, now, again, they think only of the next day and how to stop being eaten by the sabre tooth tiger. Years of living in an industrialised culture had made them soft, but they tasted great. A few clung onto a meagre existence, changing and evolving. Making bigger and better sharp sticks they even managed to kill the dinosaurs. Eeking out an existence in the food chain, they never again got to plague proportions. Slowly out the mist and sticks a race of green hopping frogs grew. Being careful to stay small and not try and alter the eco system they invented, constructed and flew a space ship off into space. The first frogs in space. Landing on the desolate landscape of the moon they found a plastic flag. Looking curiously at it they brought it back as a sign that there was once intelligent life on the moon.
Forgotten