The day of destruction had arrived; the metal monsters flooded out of their hometowns, desperately fighting, trying to escape. Preparation had taken place for weeks, and then, finally, all calm of the previous hours gone, panic set in. All monsters abandoned their usual duties for this one occasion, and now they flooded in from every avenue, slowing travel for miles. Clusters of monsters made their presence known, howling their fury at the inability to depart.Some small monsters and even a few Bugs sprinkled across scene, but most were enormous eating beasts, their insides stuffed with the stock of the journey. Green, white, grey, red, blue, and black creatures crawled across the land, heading every which way, chafing the ground like an avalanche thundering down a mountain; the monsters journeyed from everywhere-Portland, Boston, New York, Hartford. All came from different areas, yet for the same purpose.A few hastily groaned, screeching to a stop here and there and everywhere. Others growled, driven by desperation, weaving through the crowd like deer through a forest, craving the turkey and mashed potatoes ahead. Most simply barked their frustrated barks, infuriated by the imminent tardiness, and the feast they would miss.As Suburbans, Jeeps, Vans, and the occasional Hummer guzzled gas to their limits, the men and women begged escape from the beasts, but no recess presented itself for many miles. Babies cried, children whined, parents yelled, adding to the clamor and clashes from all sides. Hours of waiting, walking, and then waiting again passed by, as minute after minute, second after second, the beeping, screaming, barking, and screeching continued.Occasionally a monster came to a pause, as too many tiny tollbooths stretched their arms out: "Halt!" The monsters spat coins from their mouths, and then once again entered the highway of a raging sea of metal covering the pavement; E-Z Pass customers shouted in triumph, yet just as they celebrated, all immediately became engulfed once again.The crowd fluctuated in size, as monsters left by the exits, and finally, at dusk, the noise began to decrease, slower and slower, but definitely lower. Cries of delight and happiness started being heard everywhere, birds chirping in the morning. At the front of all minds was holiday dinner in the near future. Yet, through the prospect of gravy, stuffing, cranberries, and turkey, many stood still back on the highway, with nowhere to go, nobody to hear, and no savior in sight. Others, disabled by accidents, were unable to continue the dash, for the monsters had wreaked havoc upon them.Most monsters slumbered in peace, having traveled far that day, yet of the terrible trek along the interstates, highways, and parkways would never be forgotten. In two days' time, the monsters would once again be thrown into action, with once again no controlling forces to the monsters' mad thundering along the highway, a furious journey that could never parallel the desperate recklessness of Thanksgiving Travel.
