Then under the lights of car headlamps, the farmers brought bulldozers and
earth-pushers, and they began to push in on top of the struggling Iron Man all the
earth they had dug when they first made the pit and that had been piled off to one
side.
The Iron Man roared again as the earth began to fall on him. But soon he
roared no more. Soon the pit was full of earth. Soon the Iron Man was buried silent,
packed down under all the soil, while the farmers piled the earth over him in a mound
and in a hill. They went to and fro over the mound on their new tractors, which they’d
bought since the Iron Man ate their old ones, and they packed the earth down hard.
Then they all went home talking cheerfully. They were sure they had seen the last of
the Iron Man.