Wednesday, November 24, 2010

From the Clockwork Garden

We overturned a rock in the woods of Kejimkujik and found this underneath.

At first, we couldn't believe it was real, as inexplicable as it was. Part insect, part machine, the gears in the joints of its brass exoskeleton remained motionless even as we recoiled, my sister exclaiming in surprise. But we leaned in closer for a better look.

Sister almost touched this clockwork cyborg when it sprang to life.

Leaping at her with menacing pinchers, its emerald wings clicking, cogs spinning, the mechanical insect revealed a terrifying stinger from beneath its tail.

Father swatted it out of the air before it could sting her. Then he smashed it with it a rock. Just to be sure, he said.

We've rebuilt it as best we could, but we still can not get it to run again. We don't feel much need to. Its origins and purpose are still unknown to us.

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