Before it appeared, there was a sign from my sacred creature. A monarch butterfly landed on my finger in the silent classroom. I knew it meant something, I just didn’t know what. It was like a lone balloon floating up in the air after a child had accidentally, let it go. A taunt to whoever lost it.
It wasn’t exactly dangerous, nor was it fascinating. It was just there. There was rumbling, lots of rumbling. Then we looked outside, and it was there. A massive lamb’s head made out of white cans.