Torgie cast the line back into the water while Bartolo refilled his pipe.
"Quiet day," said Torgie.
"Yup," said Bart.
"Not much to do, now the harvest is in."
"Nope."
They smoked and fished for a while. Then there was a faint tremor that sent ripples across the nearby pond.
With an ear-shattering shriek, an enormous tentacle burst from the surface of the water. Thick as a house, it stretched up, up, up, dripping millenial slime and ooze. Covered in pulsating suckers, each the size of a carthorse, it towered overhead.
"That's new," said Torgie, pushing his hat back.
"Yup."
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