Mr. Forbes seemed off. He was filthy and seemed to have difficulty speaking. There was also a sour odor in his classroom.
He made a list on the board.
The children screamed.
Not a single missile was fired.
Earth had decided to deal with the Lunar rebellion peacefully.
A complete severance of contact.
No trade. No edicts. No help.
And from our green lawns on a summer night, we watched the red flashes of the rebels ripping themselves apart.
Following the British retreat, Washington mounted his war mammoth with careful assistance from Billy Lee.
“It’s a fine smilodon chase, my boys!”
The American Revolution without the Pleistocene extinction event was weird.