Million-Headed-Monster

The million-headed-monster was beheaded. So many heads squirmed and bled upon the ground. And from the necks sprang forth in a violent fashion, three more apiece. The three-million-headed-monster ate a big mac for breakfast, stepped on its neighbors toes before noon, and changed its clocks three months before June. The three-million-headed-monster tore its home to pieces and ran free around the world. Stomping the mountains to valleys, grinding the trees to pulp, over-fishing the seas, and sleeping far too much. But in the months leading toward November, the strangest thing occurred. The three-million-headed-monster tried to decide which head it needed more. Teeth bared, claws scratched, the three-million-headed monster was pinned on its back with millions of heads fighting to be on the side that would win. Necks began to break, and heads began to fall. But unlike before, this time it was all for those unlucky enough to be slain - and the three-million-headed-monster began to look the same. Two million fell fast enough, but one million was much more tough. But at the end of month, millions of heads littered the plain, and the three-million-headed-monster was never the same.