“Ah just had this feelin’, Doc, that you’d be a’interested in this.”

The farmer, a grizzled looking fellow in worn overalls and scrubby yellow-whitish hair, led the slimmer, dark-suited man down a thin path deep into the woods. The young man, who constantly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his thin nose, had to watch out for the branches that he was tall enough to run into.

The two men soon walked into a clearing. The tall fellow wrinkled his nose, blinked and then cautiously approached the edge of what appeared to be a man-made pond. Liquid churned, slowly as grayish bubbles rose like thick magma to the surface. As each bubble popped, a pale mist of silvery blue was released into the surrounding trees.

“Been changin’ tha leaves, Doc,” muttered the farmer. The young doctor glanced upward at the trees and noted the grayish-blue tint on the leaves.

Doctor Ethan Tanner eyed his surroundings and then settled back upon the noxious, boiling liquid. “How long?”

The farmer spat a thin brown strand of chewing tobacco onto the ground and scratched his stubbly chin. “Ehhh, round about two er three days. Ya ever seen ennythin’ like this?”

Tanner’s eyes were wide, “Never, Mr. Canton. But, this is hardly in my area of expertise. I find it terribly…. fascinating, but, I’ve no idea what to do…” he muttered something under his breath and stepped closer. It seemed as though the surface was beginning to curve slightly. “Sim…ply amazing…” He began to kneel down and was caught off guard as the grey liquid suddenly surged upward in one great wave. The “wave” split open, revealing hundreds of needle-like teeth. Tanner was unable to jump back, for in that same instant, Farmer Canton planted his booted foot against the young man’s back and propelled him forward toward the beast. The mouth closed over the entire man’s body with a single, horrendous crunch. As fast as it had appeared, the monster was gone beneath the surface.

The heavy grey liquid began to swirl and change. It went from dull silver to an almost transperent, thin, liquid. The farmer took a jar from his overall pocket and dipped it into the liquid. He drank deeply. “Yep,” he grinned with crooked teeth and smacked his lips, “just what mah Recipe needed!”

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