The Land-Prongs of the Camp

Jack detested land-prongs. There were horrible things, which of course wasn't their fault. They would try to eat anything. He threw a stone at one and the prong dodged it with its antennae in what looked like derision. As the prong fled, he fired from the hill. The quasi-crustation disintegrated. Jack nodded pleasantly. Old man Holloway still hitting things he shoots at.