Two days ago, Detroit woke up and started eating lumber from it's vast resources of virgin forests. For lunch it started eating iron ore and it was a productive day of ship building and stove making. Dinner was light, mostly left-overs from breakfast and lunch. It squabbled briefly with it's neighbors to the south and went to bed dreaming of transportation and manifest destiny.
Yesterday morning, Detroit woke up and started eating immigrants and southerners willing to work for a living wage. The city was hungry and ate all day without any breaks between lunch and dinner (brunch had to be skipped due to some unfortunate global developments). When it laid down last night to finally get some sleep after an exhausting and trying day, it was confident today would be another day of good food and honest work.
Detroit woke up this morning famished. But there was nothing left to eat. A self realization dawned on the city this morning that in order to survive, it would have to get creative. A hard lesson was learned in the past two days about consuming more than could be replenished before the next morning. So the city tightened it's belt a little and went back to work without a full breakfast, just simply snacking on yesterday's leftovers.
It's eyes still a little bigger than it's shrinking stomach, it sets it's sights on brunch. In the back of it's mind though, the city knows that dinner time will come soon enough. So now the city has to ask itself, what's for dinner?
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