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Napa, California—November 12, 2010The next morning my head isn’t hurting, and my mind is pretty clear. I sit on the swing outside, thinking over recent events. Keeping a sharp eye on the chickens and the cat at the same time, just in case they decide to sneak in a few moves.
I realize something really weird is going on here for sure.
Let’s backtrack a little, I tell myself calmly; apply some of your smarts here. Concentrate on the logic of the situation, but focus just on the most important things that are happening.
It seems that living animals are disappearing around here, just as metal sculptures of these animals are appearing. The latter appearances apparently causing the former disappearances. And all memories of the living animals are somehow wiped completely from my mind aft
