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The Nubble Sanctuary. Dan watched in dis-belief as Henry stood on his pedestal, hands flaying in the air trying to understand what had just occurred. The top half of Henry's head below his now lost eyes was clearly missing with blood spurting like a broken water bubbler. It happened so fast that even though blood spurted out from the top of Henry's now halved head, his hands were still struggling uncontrollably in the hopes of finding what had just been sliced off. Looking away from what he just observed, Dan saw the top half of Henry's head sink into the water like a large Alka-Seltzer tablet, spewing bubbles of red foam as it dropped out of view. Henry's now dying body turned toward Dan as if to acknowledge him for the last time and then fell into the water following his misplaced skull. Dan just stared in disbelief. Now totally ignoring the throbbing gash on the side of his face Dan did not dare to move. Or probably could not move. The trees and bushes around him were not only swaying more violently around him. They seemed to be growing larger and thicker. Frozen by his own fears he listened for and heard the only sound that could be heard. The screaming sound of an angry and avenging cat. He felt it first around his ankles. It was as if ropes were tying themselves around his feet. These ropes were different in that they were not only growing around his ankles, they were growing into his ankles. At first he felt pain but his panic overwhelmed any mortal pain that he could feel. He actually heard the bones of his feet and ankles separate as the attacking vines grew into his now bloodied stumps. And the vines did not stop there. They started growing up and into his legs. Dan's disbelief turned into belief in the unknown and the knowledge that he could do nothing about it. No money or power in his world could change what was happening to him. He came to a realization that his world was ending and a New World was becoming his reality. The sound of his now crushed legs and hips were overwhelmed again by the pain of the knowledge that his life would soon be over. He also knew, because of his past lifestyle, that his soul would also be over. As the vines grew up through his shattered pelvis and into his body cavity his blurring vision chanced to see two yellow fluorescent eyes staring at him through the still thickening brush. The slanted eyes that calmly stared over what could only be viewed as justice. The selectman's meeting started like every other selectman's meeting over the past two hundred and fifty plus years. First the town fathers arrived to have their mini-meeting in the chief of police's office behind the senior citizens hall. These were the real descendants of the town who included Ralph Rush, Bobby Leighton, Jimmy Weare and Alice Freeman. This particular meeting had a greater purpose in that it was to debate and decide on new construction which included the reorganization and industrialization of the Nubble Sanctuary. The selectmen arrived to start the meeting with James Pastor banging the ancient gavel on the even more ancient table. As the new developers argued their points that this construction would bring prosperity and relieve the tax burden of the people of Kroy, only the well trained eye could see that Chairman Pastor and Jimmy Weare were smiling at each another. ******************
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