Item: Southern Appalachian Mountains, 1947

“Come on home,” said the little man. “We ain’t got nothin’ but love for you.”

The green blob discharged a pale, viscous substance from the topmost portion of its current elongated oval form and regarded the little man, deciding it was time to eat.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” said the little man.

Transcribed by Richard Cody, 2005