Giant Iron Bird Turds
As the boy robot sat on the back porch next to his new friend, he saw strange giant iron birds flying in the distance. The birds seemed to be pooping on the city below and their poop turned into giant explosions of fire on all the buildings and cars. This made the robot boy anxious because he could see people screaming and dying. Perhaps a giant iron toad would come along and catch all of the bird shit and belch out nothing but smoke and the people would be ok. The boy watched, but the toad never came.
Maybe if everyone had left the hippies alone they would’ve grown into giant furry fringed beasts who ate fire and explosions. Ahh, but the hippies never grew up or truly understood love. They all seemed to think love was just some wonderfully squeezable, diggable, all time groovy thing. They didn’t know love was also a giant, devouring bitch. Of course any flower could have told them that, but they never stuck around long enough for the rotting part. So, the city burned and the boy robot helplessly watched.
