One evening, two froglets were looking at the wall clock with a sense of great relief – the hour hand had finally stopped at eight o'clock, marking the end of their workday.
“Hooray!” the young one exclaimed with joy, as he and his partner had been working five days a week, fourteen hours a day, and today was the fifth day.

Twenty minutes later, they were both comfortably settled outside, sipping beer and chatting casually. At some point, however, the conversation took on a somber tone.
“Damn, I’m so tired of working for these humans,” the young one said with a sour expression and bitterness in his voice. “All we do is work, and what’s the point? We barely make enough money to keep from starving.”
In response, the old one remained silent, staring into the distance.
“Look at their governor; he earns in one hour what we earn in a whole month. Is that fair?”
The young one received no answer.
“I was thinking the other day that ‘Devourer’s’ methods may be a bit radical, but how else can we fight against such injustice?”
“It’s all nonsense,” the old one finally replied. “When humans came to our lands, we didn’t have taxes, rent, or debts. We didn’t have to metaphorically throw a spear for fourteen hours a day. Instead, there was an abundance of insects, fish, and all sorts of other food. During the day, we hunted, and at night, we made love. Now that the ‘disease of civilization’ has touched us, we can no longer return to our former way of life... We will work, if not for humans, then for our fellow creatures. It may not sound as humiliating in words, but in reality, there is no difference.”
The rest of the evening, the partners spent in silence. The first night begins.