A pheasant-like harpy, obscured by tree branches, shouts down to a man on the ground. He reaches for a takeout bag blowing in the wind. French fries, napkins and leaves swirl in the air around him. The preceding action is partially contained in a speech bubble coming from a the mouth of the same man, now rushing toward two people who are stepping out of a car with pizza and beer. Additional friends are loading a moving van in the background.

↓ TranscriptH is for Harpy. On chilly evenings, a shivery noise starts on the edge of the woods and comes across town on the wind. After dark, even the lumbermen stay away. Jim Berger once lived there, but he moved.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…