The Tack explosion

It was a cold day towards the end of summer; a young klack was on a trip to the local police station with his father. “Its time you learn, my son, what has been happening in these dark times of war.” The father said, “Those rotten tacks have been trying to destroy this station for years!”

Just as the father was about to speak, a loud “tik…tik” sound was heard throughout the station, “stay here!” the father warned, moments later a loud “BOOM!” and then station shook and was filled with dust. As the dust was cleared, the young klack began to look around franticly “Dad! Dad where are you!?” he screamed as he began to run through the station in the direction his father had headed.

As the young klack finally got outside he was frozen with pure terror, the ground around him was still filed with dust, a small taint of ash and fire could be smelled. “Dad! Where are you?” The klack cried out, as the smoke began to clear the young klacks father slowly walked out of the smoke, carrying over his shoulder was an old wounded klack. His body was heavily burnt and blood was dripping from a wound on his left leg.

“Dad…what’s wrong!? Why are you bleeding..” the young klack cried, however all the father did was smile at his son and look at his son as he continued to carry the old klack to safety. “Nothing is wrong son…I did what any self respecting klack would do, when I heard the ticking. I rushed out in fear of what was to come, moments later and this poor man would have died.” the father said to his son moments before falling to the ground. “Son I need you to finish this, carry on what I would have done…save anyone you can. Don’t let the sinister tacks win, show them that even an explosion will not beat us.” The father whispered to his son with his last breath.

“Of course father!” the young klack cried out as he ran over to his father’s body and helped the old klack he was carrying up. Then as quickly as he could he half-carried the klack into the police station were medical-klacks were standing by ready to care for injured klacks.

“My father…please go save my father…” the young klack cried as he fell to the ground in tears. The medical-klacks nodded to each other as they rushed into the field and began to carry in injured klacks, including the young klacks father. However to the dismay of the young klack, his father had died from loss of blood.

As the hours continued the medical-klacks continued there job, only to find in the center of the explosion was the remains of a tack, the one who had caused all this trouble and had taken away not only one young klack’s father but many klack children’s parents.