Bullets Instead of Teeth

There were 3 odd blanket wearers who would trade off the same hollyhock because they lived in a desert without food and had to wash hands in sand Because water & wealth were moot.
Except one had rocks instead of hands And would swing at the air to make The sun go down heat banishing & Would draw horses in the sand for eye treats
Except one who had feathers instead of eyes & would attract birds to roost on his neck & back these birds would tell of feasts.
Except one had bullets instead of teeth & had to have the mouth open at all times & could not chew anything up unless he was ready to lose some more up.
Someone aspied them acting their way & decided their demonhood & said these the summer hell sons who stayed in the desert killing all woods.
The children had a strange father Whose idea was that contrast with the populace Would drive them from God & nature He named them rocks instead of hands Bullets instead of teeth & feathers instead of eyes
Soon the viewer had some others view the grounds & made the trip. They brought some carved heads to frighten the deserters & had carved eyes that would intimidate.
The carved heads were found & used as fire fuel. This was when the night was cold & blankets were dust on a soul warming tool
Those bugs were eaten up & the heads were used to make the sun (??? Go??) quicker & the day was shorted for another. The pointed eyes flew out to scatter. Then came the day of bullets Where all the guns came with men attached their own loud key bullets sat down his hollyhock & unlocked a loud sneeze.
so stone heads with pointed eyes & nasty teeth swarming with spiders, scorpions & ants who’d bite anything that leap up or moved.
Those bugs were eaten up & the heads were used to make the sun (??? Go??) quicker & the day was shorted for another. The pointed eyes flew out to scatter. Then came the day of bullets Where all the guns came with men attached their own loud key bullets sat down his hollyhock & unlocked a loud sneeze. No one came near anymore & they regained the ground to suffer on & sit amongst the beautiful horses in the sand. They traded rocks gathered feathers & picked bullets out & considered the luck of bullets instead of teeth, feathers instead of eyes, rocks instead of hands
Yea & alone the father thought them lucky.