When you live in the middle of nowhere, you have to get used to certain things.

When you live in a town like prodigy, that only gets more true.

Sometimes, a cow will go missing from a field in the middle of the night.

Other times someone will come across roadkill, strung out across the length of the road

from one ditch to another with pieces missing.

Occasionally when people leave their trucks on the two tracks in the middle of fields during

harvest, they would come back to a tip truck or even ruined tyres.

The town, officially, chocked it up to some naughty city kids, or even some of the teenagers

in town running around and wreaking havoc.

Unofficially, we all knew something else was going on, but no one had ever seen it.

There's always a story though, especially in Prodigy.

I guess it was only a matter of time before someone ran into it.

The night we first saw the thing in the fields, it started out like any other.

I was only 15 at the time, but Oliver was 16, with a full driver's license

and everything. I don't know if you know anything about what teenagers in small towns do for fun, but if you do, then you probably know that the

number one pastime is to get in a car with your friends and cruise until you run out of gas.

All we had in prodigy were fields and long winding dirt roads, so it made sense to put them to use.

Most of the time we would blast music over the stereo, buy some snacks at the gas station and joke around all night.

Sometimes we would drive out past all the houses, way past the feedlot and park somewhere

on the side of the road, before climbing up on top of Oliver's truck and looking at the stars.

The only difference, I assume, is that kids in Prodigy are usually a little more aware of where they are and what's around them when they're out in the middle of a field after dark.

Prairie kids around here know that, usually, you aren't the only thing out there.

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