“It’s gone mad,” she sobbed.
“Yes, ma’am. That happens to some of the older models. They forget that they aren’t in the war any longer. Just be glad it has a hose up that trunk. Ten years ago, those would have been bullets.”
“But what do I do? It’s trampled the marigolds, soaked the African Violets, knocked down the fence, and run away!”
“Yes, ma’am. We’ve dispatched a disposal team to your location. They should arrive within forty five minutes.”
“In forty five minutes, that thing will be halfway to the interstate.… Read the rest