Farmer Freude was worried. He had seen some crazy stuff in his life, especially after he had an internet connection forced on him by his nephew, but this beat the lot. He considered calling the cops, but didn't think this to be quite within the realm of justice. The vet maybe, or perhaps the goddamn pastor.
The pitter patter of the rain,
The radiance of the morning sun,
The Moon that hides beneath her veil;
As on their ship of beauty sail,
I only think of You.