Giants fought above our normally peaceful neighborhood today. Two, maybe, three. Or, more!
Chicken Little has found redemption in the skies above Austin.
Thousands of jumbo-sized teeth fell from the sky in a brutish, unforgiving torrent.
It went something like this, I'm guessing...
Thor with his mighty Hammer smites his younger, mischievous sibling, Loki (ed. - with apologies to our own mischievous little canine...), into dizzying, but only momentary, submission. A severe jar-rattling bludgeon to the choppers.
Those pocked molars busting loose and dancing all over my car's sun-roofed top. The tarred shingles. The front lawn. The bird bath. The street. BAIR's Paper Supply across the way. And especially all madly pachinko-ing throughout the pecan tree branches.
Odd for this time of year (Just, please... please don't shatter the windshields!).
Retribution is swift and merciless; another well-placed blow lands squarely and heavily only this time a hail of Thor's incisors & bicuspids trundles down in a furious, chaotic sheet of broken bone and spit.
Good Christ, here it comes (Oh, I just know I'll be banging dents out of the SAAB's hood for weeks!)...
"Tink. (pause) Tank (pause) Tunk. (pause) Ba-dunk."
Their mouths finally run out of teeth ... what follows are all apologetic tears for 5, maybe 10, minutes more. Heavy, drenching, blinding tears.
Two giant brothers amble off into the distance somewhere to console one another ... (perhaps over San Antonio?) ... but, inevitably, and certainly once their new teeth are again grown into place, will come back this way...
...all a fragilis-dentata-piss-and-vinegar-spewing-mad.
Angry with each other?
More likely ... furious at the world.