Misgivings: Day 9

Word Count: 55,031

Summary of Events:

Greyson was entertaining Sonic with a cat toy that looked like a mouse — which he'd deliberately bought in the hope that she would be inclined to pursue real mice as a result — when he noticed a light silver vehicle had arrived and parked in front of that long, low building that seemed to be where Mr. Fransbergen, Ayers, and Andy spent most of their days. The man who'd driven the vehicle was picked up by a man in a pickup truck, leaving the vehicle to be driven inside the long, low building by Ayers. The following day the pickup returned and the driver disappeared into the building, returning after a few minutes and getting behind the wheel…

Excerpt of the Day:

The engine roared to life and the truck eased forward, revealing Andy pushing the door open.

Once the door was fully open the truck backed inside. Greyson was impressed that it fit through the doorway, considering it had a higher-than-typical ride height, although Greyson wondered if the truck was as high as it was in part to be able to fit into the building, but he couldn’t say he entirely knew why, considering he knew for a fact that the man who drove it didn’t live on the farm.

As the truck drew back into the building, its headlights engaged, revealing them to not merely be increasingly popular LED headlights, but that the diodes were positioned in such a way as to look like eyes glaring menacingly, while the grille between them looked kind of like a snarling mouth.

Andy drew the door back to it’s mostly-closed position almost immediately, leaving Greyson to wait for a long time, longer than the time between when the man had arrived and when he’d come out to back his truck into the building by twice as long at the very least, if not even three times as long.

It was then Andy who again appeared, pushing the door open to let the glowering truck out of the building. It turned to its left and revealed that a retractible cover was pulled over the truck bed.

Greyson had seen the part that the cover retracted into mounted right behind the cab before, it was almost a fixture of trucks, but he was pretty sure the durable material that made up the cover hadn’t been in its place, secured by a specially-installed clip to the tailgate, while velcro held the sides in place — if it was anything like the retractible covers Greyson had seen on other pickups — when the truck had arrived.

The truck drove off out of sight, its engine revving to suggest that the driver had given a surge of power to the engine, leaving Andy to draw the door back closed again.

As far as Greyson could guess, the man had come to pick something up that was big enough to need to be stored in his truck bed — either that or it was too dirty, too heavy, or maybe there were too many of them — and was now taking it somewhere in order to use it.

What the man had come to pick up, however, was as much of a mystery as the man’s identity. Greyson could only guess, but if he was honest, he really didn’t have any guesses as to what the man might’ve picked up, which admittedly made him feel a little bit crazy. He wanted to know what was going on, but at the same time he didn’t want Mr. Fransbergen getting upset or snooping around in his things, so he had to just wait and see if he could figure out what all went on at the Shady Acres Chicken Farm by observation alone.