<i><b>The Story So Far:</b>

As he was growing up on his parents' farm, it soon
became obvious that Hank was more of a doer than a
thinker. He wasn't stupid, exactly, he just didn't spend a
lot of time thinking things through before he did them.
A lot of the time, this tended to get him in trouble.

Then again, sometimes it came in handy, like it had last
month when he heard the cows panicking. Picking up his
shotgun, Hank rushed outside, only to see some kind of
giant buzzard thing attacking the cattle. Now, some might
have questioned their own sanity at the sight while others
might have fainted away in sheer horror. But Hank, he
just took aim and blew the darn thing's head off. It only
occurred to him later to wonder just what it had been.

When Pa saw the corpse, he told Hank that they were
going to take it to a Professor he knew at Miskatonic
University. So, they crated it up, drove to the nearest
train station, and hopped a train to Arkham.

Only, things haven't gone so well since then. First, the
crate vanished off the train, and then Pa went missing
when he went to complain about the missing crate.

As Hank grows tired of waiting at the General Store
where his Pa told him to meet up if they got separated,
he wonders if he might not have to start doing a little
thinking after all.</i>