A wet Fall so there were many,
black and thick like tire strips
crawling to the garage,
collecting gum wrappers and coins
to build a car, one they could propel
into infamy—a Slugmobile gunning for the open road.
The solution to overpopulation was common—
ship a colony to a new land.
We selected Slugquistadores,
built a raft of twigs, leaves, mud,
launched them into the lake,
new kings of the watery road.