Merf. Thinking is Hard.

Forty thousand years ago, there was such a being in these very hills. It called itself “Famine.” Its breath withered trees, and it brought winter and starvation wherever it went. It was worshipped as a god by foolish men, and feared as a horror by everyone else. It made these hills a horror for many years until at least, it was killed by a hedgehog and the ghost of a bird.”

“Ooooookay.”

“You are standing about sixty yards from the place where it fell.”

“What? Here? Really?”

“Out in the east vegetable garden, actually. We cannot plant tomatoes in that corner, or they grow little antlers and fight each other. I will not risk eggplant. It’s lettuce or nothing, I fear.”