Why Hasn't Anyone Towed This?

“What-- uh, what was that thing? Not-- not one of mine--”

“Father,” He smiles weakly. “That’s a load a’ horse shit and you know it.”

“Hey, at least he didn’t try to bite my thumb off like some of the parrots.”

“God, it’s the zoo all over again. Worked there the summer after I graduated. The tropical bird exhibit was always an adventure.”

“It’s fine. Birds can’t really, uh. Hold it. No hard feelings, man.” He flashes the bird a thumbs-up.

“Really, man? I thought we had a connection.” And then, to Dolly, “You, uh, got any paper towels?”

Wet leaves still clinging to his arms, he descends the ladder.

“Is it... like this everywhere? Or is this town just... I don’t know, cursed or something.”

“If I went back to Shepherd’s Glen, would they still be walking around? Like that?”

“Not like... Uh, you’re still-- shaped like a person. Walking, talking. They-- weren’t.”