They might have been your best mates since you were babies.

They might be the only one that knows about that thing you did.

They might be your boo.

Your uncle, your machacho.

But you've just got six deliciously crisp chicken muck nuggets.

So you have to ask yourself, are they not nugget worthy?

Served after 11 a.m., subject to availability.

In the midst of the fields, they say where the bodies were found.

They were nailed to a stick of wood, used a scarecrow.

Not before their bones and organs were removed and replaced with straw.

The story true, Jonas asked.

Of course not my boy.

Hicks replied, laughing his way into the kitchen.

Hicks was a 60 year old man who had lived across from the fields his whole entire life.

Jonas was a young 17 year old male who was hitchhiking along the road that sits outside of Hicks's home.

Hicks felt bad for the boy, so he allowed him to stay in the spare bedroom of his home,

and it changed for work around the farm.

He'd only been there for four days, and everything went well.

But there was something about the fields that gave Jonas the creeps.

It was the way the crops swayed inconsistently for the wind.

It was the smell that would linger around the fields and make its way towards the house, but most of all.

It was the stories that Hicks would tell them about the fields.

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