First Panel

The first panel was a water colour come to think of it… I don’t know where it got to. It’s one of the lost panels, but I can describe it to you.

Picture in your mind’s eye then, prairie fields. Rolling hills, and fields of grain. Your vantage point is up on a hill, looking down over the country side. It’s a sunny day, and all the fields are just beginning to sprout, so they are indistinct from one another, all green and glowing with the promise of the harvest that will yet be some months later. Separating each field is a fence, barbed wire stretched between fence posts. One of those fence posts has a top hat, the kind that Magicians use to pull rabbits out of. Everything looks like it belongs, except that top hat.