The asteroid Harrison 357 was massive, and largely made of metal. Warwick found the place too bizarre. Stalagmites of iron grew from the ground, formed by iron oxides in the wind. Hampstead’s metal cows grazed on them. Their milk was pure titanium.
While Hampstead oiled a cow (to insure it didn’t rust) Warwick wandered the ranch.
He longed for something normal.
At last, he found it. A coil of barbed wire hung from a fence post. “Does the barbed wire really stop these metal cows?” he asked.
“Naw,” grunted Hampstead. He heaved the coil at a cow. “That’s feed for the cattle.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers. To C.E. Ayr – Hope you’re feeling better. Look here for the week’s prompt and a blue button linking to many other stories: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/04/20/22-april-2016/