The April Reserve was once a beautiful expanse

The April Reserve was once a beautiful expanse of native wildflowers & rolling hills. Rabbits cavorted & harriers nested. But an altered fire regime coupled with increased nitrogen

content in the atmosphere have made this place a living hell. I gazed over the charred hills, blackened tree husks, and scattered animal bones and finally came to a decision.

I would stay and make a home out of this infernal planet. Besides, I needed a place to release these ten thousand clones, and I was running out of options. The first ten years were

wasted on thinking that I knew what I was doing which led me to selling pet insurance in Wyoming. After that 10 years I returned to where I housed the 10,000 clones to release on t

-he market. Clown clones, naturally. All those years working in Wyoming had given me a knack for sales. The 10 000 clones were the life of any party I hosted, dancing like idiots.

I walked away from the 10,000 clowns and went back to raising my nephew in my jobless life at a ghetto apartment high in New York. One night I looked out the window and saw

what appeared to be a man on a wire between the twin towers! I rubbed my eyes and looked again, but I only saw stars. Just to be safe, I called

Fed him three Big Macs and forced him to puke.

The cow was that mad about their children killed. They will force to eat their puke until there is no puke to eat, if that day comes.