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So I finally got around to writing something for SV, short as it is. I miss writing this stuff. It's amazing how much fun writing for fun actually is, especially when on a break.
“Dad! Dad! Come quick!”
The sounds of a frightened Clark reached Jonathan’s ears from his rather plain lunch of some meat and bland vegetables, and called him into action. Leaping from his seat at the panicked sounds emanating from outside, Jonathan rushed outside to find Clark staring into the pasture with wide eyes and a tremble to his lip.
“What is it son?? What’s wrong?”
“It’s the end of the world dad,” Clark whispered in horror, never once tearing his gaze away from the very altering of reality that faced him from the pasture. “It’s the end of the world.”
Quickly wrenching his gaze from his obviously disturbed son, Jonathan glanced over in the same direction, and dropped his jaw in shock. The two stood motionless for hours just staring at the atrocity that met their eyes. Never before in the history of man had such an incident occurred, and might likely never happen again. For the cows, the cows were feeding themselves.
“Hey, we were getting hungry, alright?” Grumbled a passing cow. “Maybe if you would feed us on time, we wouldn’t have to do this for ourselves.”
Martha soon joined the two men in awestruck silence.
“Hey guys,” Pete yelled, coming up the driveway later that night, “whatcha staring at?”
“The end of the world,” they responded back, “the end of the world.”
“Dad! Dad! Come quick!”
The sounds of a frightened Clark reached Jonathan’s ears from his rather plain lunch of some meat and bland vegetables, and called him into action. Leaping from his seat at the panicked sounds emanating from outside, Jonathan rushed outside to find Clark staring into the pasture with wide eyes and a tremble to his lip.
“What is it son?? What’s wrong?”
“It’s the end of the world dad,” Clark whispered in horror, never once tearing his gaze away from the very altering of reality that faced him from the pasture. “It’s the end of the world.”
Quickly wrenching his gaze from his obviously disturbed son, Jonathan glanced over in the same direction, and dropped his jaw in shock. The two stood motionless for hours just staring at the atrocity that met their eyes. Never before in the history of man had such an incident occurred, and might likely never happen again. For the cows, the cows were feeding themselves.
“Hey, we were getting hungry, alright?” Grumbled a passing cow. “Maybe if you would feed us on time, we wouldn’t have to do this for ourselves.”
Martha soon joined the two men in awestruck silence.
“Hey guys,” Pete yelled, coming up the driveway later that night, “whatcha staring at?”
“The end of the world,” they responded back, “the end of the world.”
