Wyvern Page #4

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that rifle,

you're too close to residential!

- Chief! Chief!

- Hass, put that weapon down.

(groaning)

Hass?

- Just... I-I saw... something.

(stammering)

- Okay, okay, okay.

Calm down.

Let's hear it.

- Something at-attacked me.

I never seen anything like it.

A monster.

- Hass, you been smoking

the dried kelp?

- No! It-it's real!

- What's real, Hass?

Get a grip. What's real?

- It's...

it's... not of this world.

(crying)

- Okay, okay, here we go.

Come on, Hass.

- What are you thinking?

- I'm thinking the sun

can't set fast enough.

Seems to get crazier every year.

- What if something

did attack him?

- Well, nothing attacked him,

Jake.

He hasn't slept in three days

and he's got no mind to be

out here hunting at this hour.

No, tired mind

does things to a man.

- Do you see that?

- Oh.

Oh...

- That's Doc Yates.

- How do you know?

- I just saw him

a few hours ago.

That's the shirt he was wearing.

- Oh, for crying out loud.

I can't believe it.

- Where's the rest of him?

- Good question.

Susie?

- Barnes here.

- We're two miles south of 64

at the Trillings Road crossing.

Send the car

and the clean-up kit.

- What happened, Chief?

- Something got to Doc Yates.

- Yates? I got a call

about his car,

abandoned about 12 miles

east from town,

about 150 feet

off State Road 34.

Gettin' towed right now.

- If his car is there,

what's his arm doing here?

- Hass... what was that

you said you saw again?

- A monster.

Not of this world.

- Yeah, we know, we know.

But where was it?

(dramatic soundscape)

(distant barking)

(phone ringing)

- Good morning, Edna.

Good morning, Farley.

- Hi, Claire.

(phone ringing)

- Happy solstice.

This is the Beaver Pelt Cafe.

Claire speaking...

Yeah...

Well, what is it?...

Okay. Yeah. Thanks.

- What?

- Um, something bad has happened

to the doc.

The chief, he's coming.

He called a meeting.

(bell tolling)

(background chatter)

- Hass...

are you okay?

- No.

- Okay, listen up.

I know you're all wonderin'

what's goin' on.

(several people): Yeah.

- And truth is,

I wish I could tell you.

Right now, Doc is missing.

And I'd be lying if I told you

that the prospects

of finding him alive

are good.

We have us a predator out there.

(people muttering)

- A flyin' one.

- What kind of flying predator?

- Okay, all right, all right,

quiet down.

Hass here says

that he saw something

in the air.

Which is why we need

to take some precautions,

till we better know

what we're dealing with.

In all likelihood,

we're dealing with a grizzly

protecting her cubs.

- Uh, from the air? Up...?

Chief, bears don't fly.

(laughter)

- I know that, Farley.

Only, Hass here says--

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