Thanks KD! Didn’t we just scare ourselves silly as kids? It all loomed so real in our imagination. John in the story is my brother, and he was always scaring us. He carried that on through the generations, scaring my kids until they were afraid to go upstairs in the big ole hundred year old house I grew up in. When I took my kids boating with him he told them the factory at the edge of the river was a factory for recyling kids and turning them into instant adults. As he zoomed the boat closer, the kids were terrified.