There are twenty five little tiny guys sitting on the top of his cube. They’re some kind of counter-culture thing, everybody is sure. They assume that he’s popping quarters into some kind of plastic bubble vendor and then putting them up on the ledge between cubes. They assume that he’d been doing it for a while.
They didn’t notice the little tiny guys popped up overnight.

He thought that someone was messing with him. All the sudden, he comes in to sit at his cube, and there are 25 little guys sitting along the top ledge. Little gangster guys. Urban, you might call them. They wear “street” clothes and look stylish and cool. He thinks they’re kind of funny,  but he doesn’t touch them because he didn’t want them put there, and he wasn’t consulted or anything. And he wanted to be able to tell people that he’d “never touched the stupid things,” if someone asked. 

Three weeks after the little guys appeared, they disappeared. His office workers didn’t ask him about them, and he didn’t ask his office workers about them.  He did, however, sweep up the stuff the little guys had left behind. He found the top of his cube was littered with cigarette and cigar butts and empties in paper bags. The top of the cube smelled like a little tiny bar at closing time.

Three weeks later, six weeks now after the little guys had appeared, a little tent appeared at the top of the cube. It was small, green, and looked like the simple canvas tents that are only used by the military and by boy scouts. He looked closely at the tent. The detail was meticulous, and he thought it was especially clever the way the little tiny steaks and ropes seemed to actually be holding the tent up.

THe next day, a little cooler and a small grill appeared. Then a small RV parked next to the tent, and two days later, someone strung a line of colored lights between the RV and the tent. On friday, there was a second RV, a bunch of coolers, and someone had parked a small golf-cart along side the original tent.  There was also a dome-style tent popped up on the top of his monitor, near, but not quite on the camping site that sprung up on his cube-top.

On tuesday, after a long holiday weekend, the tents were gone, but a smokey residue hung in the air. There was a lot of litter on the cube ledge— wrappers plastic bags mostly. And there appeared to have been some kind of bear attack.