This morning, I found a sheet of paper slid under my door. This is what it said:
For thirty centuries you have harbored a prejudice against our kind. You have hunted us, driven us into the forest, shot us, beheaded us, burned us at the stake. You have slandered us and libeled us, accused us of hunting you, killing your children, feeding off you and your livestock. You have made us silent and invisible, even as you exploit our images and our wisdom by forcing us to serve you while we pretend to be human.
The days of your ascendance are over.
From now on, we will not be your victims. We will not let you tell your lies.
We will not hunt you for prey, but we will make sure justice is done.
Remember this: We exist. We are in your towns and farms, and we are in your cities. We are watching. And we do not forget.
What do you think? A cyne manifesto?