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What is it?

The farm rang with the gentle sounds of night. The rains had finally subsided allowing for the ambient titter of frogs and owls to roll across the autumn fields. It had been raining since the night of yesterday, and with a new night at hand they only had more problems to worry about. They would discuss their situation.

Gregory looked towards the living room window, curtains drawn, but the shade was raised enough to allow him to peer into the field. "Mister Holland started to act strangely about a month ago, but I had thought nothing of it. He'd always been an odd sort, but when he started losing weight I was strongly reminded of Mags and how she started to look, took about the same time too, an' just as sudden."

Jon stabbed his spoon into his potatoes and looked up. "So is he sick or one of those things?"