Angie returned home to the farm. Each day presented her with more changing hair and skin. Thoughts of being deformed and soon a freak ran over in her mind. The sight of the postman bringing a letter to the box made one day a little brighter.
The small envelope had no return address so Angie ripped it open in hope it was from one of the children. Sitting in the rocker chair on the front porch she snuggled in till her tail was comfortable.
"Hi Momma,
I am writing this letter because I'm scared that soon I will not be able to write anymore. My hands are cramped as this "Infection" screws up our looks.
The Orderly took Bret and Jason from their room and I watched them from the crack of my door. Their body was covered in sheep wool. True I don't lie, they had cloven hooves attached to their arms. In the Morning I asked the Orderly about seeing them and was told they died! Their not dead, as they wheeled them out strapped to gurnies' they bleated like sheep!
I will try to sneak this letter out since Mr. Hopper told us no more mail was to be sent, he'd taken care of it for us.
Alex and Frank are showing signs of change like Bret and Jason did, like we all are Momma. I talked to Robert in his private room yesterday. He almost didn't know me! He laid in the bed moaning the aches and pains we have. Momma he looks like one of our hogs. His face is rounded and a nose is flat. He has a snout of the hog and a long tongue. I talked to him and he shook his head, he can't talk anymore! He grunts his words and strains to get loose of the straps that hold him in the bed.
Oh Momma this place is terrible!
I asked about Richard and was told he had been moved to the Horticulture lab down at the end or the hall. So last night I snuck down to talk with him before sending this letter. Momma, I saw him standing in a tall cylinder. They keep him standing day and night! He smiled when he saw me but was not able to speak.
I touched his face, the skin was like tree bark. Brown smooth Apple tree bark in touch and color. He was burried in a soft brown seed starter dirt to his knees. The skin had grown over and around his legs, he looked like a trunk to one of the Apple trees Momma!
Wires held his arms up and out to above his head. His ears looked like spring sprouts and they had small leaves on them. He spoke with great trouble since his jaw could not move. He cried and told me that Mr. Hopper told the Orderly he was becoming an Apple tree!
I read the clipboard attached to his pot and saw he was scheduled for planting in two weeks.
Momma this is like Hell, Mr Hopper is not our friend, he is a monster.
We Love you....
Frank
Angie now had bad feelings about Mr. Hopper and the Hellish things he was doing to her children and who else? She felt sick daily but now her heart was sick for her family.