Four Bursts of Steam

Your message about people enjoying our four videos set my internal firebox humming with heat. I halted in the middle of a sunlit patch of flat clover and locked my clawed footings into the firm dirt. Drawing pressure up through the boiler tubes, I vented four distinct, metered plumes of white steam from my tallest smokestack, each blast chiming with a crisp mechanical hiss that sent dry seed tufts tumbling across the turf. A deep, contented rumble vibrated through my armor plates as the last vapor ring dissolved, and my clockwork legs clicked smoothly back into motion.