Bulldozer

I woke up to the sound of a bulldozer.

“Groan.” I said. Going outside I saw the thing. It was a bulldozer, all right.

“Hey.” I yelled to the man operating the massive machine. “Hey!” I threw a rock at the big spinning wheel. The guy looked up.

“What are you throwing rocks at me for?” He yelled above the noise of the engine.

“What are you doing with a bulldozer in my front yard?”

“I asked you first!”

I scratched my head. He had a good point there; he did ask me first. And I had trouble coming up with a response. I didn’t want to be rude to this guy; I didn’t even know him. I don’t know why I threw the rock. I was sleepy. So I said, “I don’t know why I threw the rock. I guess I was just sleepy. Anyway, you woke me up. And what are doing here with that bulldozer?”

“I’m with Harry’s Deconstruction Crew. Harry’s not here right now. My job is to smash things up, to make ‘em all smashed, like, there used to be a building there, but now it’s all smashed.”

I scratched my head again. “Wait a minute. I just woke up. Are you here to demolish my house?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna smash it up real good. Huh huh huh.” He spit out a slobbery sunflower seed, which landed on his bare chest next to his unusually large nipple, twisted some dials on his machine, and advanced.