In the expanse of prairie, thunderous herds once roamed, maintained by a few men who looked like they grew from the earth, wiry and gnarled like the juniper bush.
My job here is done, I thought, glancing over my shoulder at the devastation. I flipped the switch. The pod lifted into the air.
I shrugged. They had done it to themselves, really. I’d only planted a seed. These humans were such volatile creatures.
I radioed home, “Planet Earth cleared for resettlement.”
Photo provided by Grammar Ghoul Press