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.

You now find those men painting and playing bingo at the senior center.

Preparing the Way

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