Trucks and The Way They Run!
A blue and red truck dug its way out of an underground passage. So many people had forgotten about trucks that when they threw stones at the truck they didn’t know that the stones wouldn’t even leave a dent. Then, when the moon blinked its crappy, half-seeing eye, the people were distracted. “What is this up above… Watching us… Judging and maybe even affecting our decisions?” That’s when the truck started up its monster engine. That’s when the truck ran right over the people and crushed them into a black and golden pulp! “There is nothing that a wonderful, new, young truck can’t handle!” said the blue and red truck. “There is nothing like you. We didn’t expect it, and we won’t forget!” said the pulp. And they never did forget.