Crunchy Taco

He opened his present with the excitement of a five-year-old boy who forgot Christmas was that morning. The new keys gleamed in his hand, and the shiny truck chirped happily when he pressed the button. Shining Lunar Mist, eye-blinking chrome reflecting the sunlight, and hiking boots for tires were the order of the day, and his happiness at the long future they would have together was contagious. Never was a little boy, er... grown man... so glad to have a new truck. He left his new found joy in the hands of a capable brother when it came time to leave the city. He knew it would be there, waiting for him upon his return. But then... Mini Van was hungry, and couldn't be satisfied by anything, except, a little Taco. Out from the right and across two lanes she jumped, grabbing the little Taco by his boots and flipping him onto his head. His heart was still beating as he slowly, but certainly slowed, and then... No one could prepare him for the call. No one did, as a matter of fact. The only words of comfort was that it was quick. Quick and spectacular, with sparkling glass, breaking out of doors, and stories of survival that will live through the centuries. Well... perhaps just a few weeks. Either way, The little Taco has seen his last day.

Oh, just a final note: The brother is in excellent shape and was the voice of reason. He calmed the owner of that crazed hungry minivan right down.