All action takes place, so to speak, in a kind of twilight, which like a fog or moonlight, often tends to make things seem grotesque and larger than they really are. – Carl von Clausewitz
It was this very greenhouse, 100 years ago, where it all happened.
For years, Mother Nature had smiled on the Terpening’s farm. Animals had plenty of grass to eat and the acres of farmland produced crops that were unmatched. That is until it seemed Mother Nature had turned her back. Grass still grew and crops were still produced but not in the same way as the past. But this bounty wasn’t enough for Mel Terpening, the farm’s patriarch. He wanted more. And if Mother Nature wouldn’t help him out, he would find a way himself. Terpening would spend his afternoons and evenings scheming and experimenting in the shadowy corners of the greenhouse. He increased his crops twofold. But this abundance came with a cost. For this is when Mother Nature showed her vengeful side. Terpening’s family became ill. Vicious headaches, abdominal pain and fevers were the norm. The very food they needed to survive was killing them.
Plants that once produced fruits and vegetables were now producing arms and legs. Yes, Mother Nature had turned his crops into killing machines. Plants that can now move, grab and constrict your movements.
Keep your eyes open and your arms close as you make your way through his evil nursery. For if you get trapped here you’ll give a new meaning to “setting up roots”.
