Delays Expected

Deep beneath the waves, the Kraken torments the tiny seahorse, obstructing its path and giving it a swat with its many limbs, all in sport, having no real craving for its blood. Many miles inland, the scarecrow, with eyes as smiling but unfeeling as those of the Kraken, tends to salivate in the rain. He stands arms extended, in mock crucifixion, like a halfwit traffic cop telling Eve that the green fields are off limits to her.