Pumps
The December 22 a B-42 flies over the city divided by war, its nose has drawn a smile. Inside, a crew of tough men, hardened by the bitter vision of too many bodies and shattered villages.
─ Captain, I have located the target
─ Prepare to release the load.
─ Captain!
─ What Navigator?
─ The goal, captain, the goal is a school.
Hundreds of children of different ethnicities and religions come to the huge playground listening to the roaring engine of the super Flying Fortress.
─ follow orders, soldier.
─ But sir ...
─ Meet orders say!
─ Yes, sir.
The belly of the aircraft is leaving open the cargo exposed. The bomber hit a red button and the land pulls in five aerodynamic objects.
The children, amazed, look at the strange bodies fall, they explode synchronicities obeying complex fifteen meters before hitting the ground.
The sky was covered with thousands of candy and soft plush rain falling in venerable.
Jorge V.
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