Hellebores sat at her window watching the rain come down in great sheets that made the view look very odd. So odd, in fact, that she almost didn't notice the great shadowy mound huddled under the big tree in her yard. 

     "I don't remember a car being under our tree, Edum, do you?" She said to her cat, pressing her face against the glass. "Its wheels are skinny. They look like legs. And a car couldn't get in our fence, our gate is too small. Maybe it's a cow?"

     Hellebores sat back down, tracing the shape in the fog her breath had left clinging to the window pane. Edum blinked at her slowly.