The doors are closed and barred, the windows covered. The family huddles in dark of the basement, surrounded by brick and stone. From outside, horrific sounds are heard: there was not enough time to rescue the hogs, and the pen will have offered little protection against something so large. But they take comfort that all the children are safe.
Usually the creature has its fill of someone’s livestock and then slides back into the murky depths of the lake. It will probably do the same tonight, with luck.
If the fishing wasn’t so good here, they would really consider moving.