"Look theres an onion far up in the sky." Little Jimmy said pointing up.

There was a complex playground hierachy when it came to things like this. If you had the truck, they listened. Little Jimmy had the truck, the kids were staring in the direction of his outstretched hand. It was a large onion, almost three feet wide, and it had giant wings on its sides. Cries of wonder started spreading through the playground.

It began circling slowly descending towards the playground. Some children were worried but Little Jimmy consoled them with a wave of the truck. As soon as he moved it, their eyes were torn away from the onion and followed it back and forth. After a few minutes of the game, he noticed how close the onion was getting it was only a few metres away.

The onion was close now, an eerie scent was settling down on the playground. Suddenly, wondering about the sudden silence the supervisor arrived. They had told her it was good experience for a teaching career to go working at a kindergarten but she was being seriously disillusioned. It was her little bit of peace during the day while they all fought over the truck.

She started trying to move the children back inside when she saw the stares. Little Jimmy looked over at the confused teenager, "Miss Belinda look."

She followed his finger and screamed. The onion was perhaps a metre away from her head. She ran around in a circle, and then gathered herself together. She quickly grabbed the truck from Little Jimmy who cried loudly in protest, "Inside children, inside."

Throwing the truck inside, she quickly dodged the impossibly fast flow of children and closed the door behind the last one. Little Jimmy pulled himself out of the sand pit and stared at the onion. It was now sitting silently on the edge of the sand pit, its wings resting softly on the side.

He stared at it perplexed. It wasn’t like a normal onion, it was beautiful. Thousands of complex patterns all weaving around it, it had eyes except simply a different circular pattern that seemed to blink. Its mouth seemed to form out of a large crack down the centre, he got a little closer and stroked its skin gently, it felt very much like an onion. He decided to try an experiment, quickly running back to the playpen, he picked up a reasonably heavy shovel and moving back over to the onion, smacked it as hard as he could against the onion’s eye.

Belinda looked out the window in abject horror as Little Jimmy was ripped apart by the onion. It wasn’t slow, tiny razor teeth seemed to appear from nowhere and slash the boy into pieces almost instantaneously. Moving like a whirling dervish, the onion moved quickly over his whole body reducing even the bones to piles of dust. In a few seconds where little Jimmy had been, a pile of dust and a bloody lump of clothing lay.

The onion’s eyes switched around slowly towards Belinda. She tried shouting into the phone but it had already swivelled around its head and opened its mouth wide. On close inspection, one could see a small unearthly glowing clove in the middle of the onion. Suddenly all went quiet, and then its mouth seemed to instantaneously turn into a black hole, sand, toys, even a small shrub flew in as he sucked inwards. Grown almost twice the size, he looked up again at Belinda and blinked. Almost a grin seemed to be depicted on his strange face.

Then rising a few feet in the air flapping his huge wings he opened his mouth and appeared to breath outwards. For a moment, everything was silent, a small bird landed on the onion’s left wing and Belinda had almost felt safe enough to breath a sigh of relief. Then in a moment of complete inferno, a cannon like wave of energy blew out of the onion’s mouth.

The glass shattered and flew in, some children screamed as it sliced through their flesh, one dived towards Belinda screaming, a shard of glass embedded in her cheek but she was screaming herself three larger pieces of glass had pinned her arms against the wall. Most of the children were being blown against the far wall, one kid smashed the glass and ripped through, torn to shreds.

After the glass settled Belinda breathed in deeply, and simultaneously began choking. The air was thick with the strongest odour she had ever smelt. She couldn’t breath, her body wouldn’t let her inhale it. After a few moments struggling she fell against the glass. The onion didn’t even bother looking back, his giant wings began beating and he took off into the sky.