They send a truck round to clear the leaves in the fall. It sounds like a vacuum cleaner. A long blue neck in front spews green and brown into the trailer behind.
Sam thought it was a monster when he heard it. “What’s that noise?”
“Don’t worry dear,” said Mom. “Just the leaf-truck again.”
“What’s that?” He saw the neck over the vines.
“Just chewing up leaves.”
Then, “Mom. What’s that?” His brother’s shoe, a blue shred from his jeans, and the brown turned red.
The monster looked down with glowing eyes and pointed bloodstained teeth. “You’re next,” it said.