And then, just as spring was emerging with confidence, a family moved into the old farmhouse on the other 5 acres.
They had kids nearly the right ages, a hippy-like mom, and a dedicated hippy dad.
They wanted goats and chickens.
And all seemed right and good.
But it wasn't. Strange things began to happen. And I didn't know what to do.
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