The sweet smell of freshly baked bread mingled with the warm aroma of coffee as the morning light trickled through the windows of the bakery. The soft clatter of dough being kneaded and the occasional buzz of conversation filled the air. "So, did you hear about the Wilson's' farm?" "Ouch! Watch those old-fashioned scales." "Sorry, didn't mean to bump you. Anyway, as I was saying, their prized sheep has gone missing. Vanished clean into thin air." "Interesting. Remember last year when the Jones had a whole flock of chickens disappear? Nobody ever figured out who or what was behind it." "You didn't hear the best part. The Wilsons found this odd symbol carved into a tree near where the sheep was grazing." "A symbol? What kind of symbol?" "The newspaper described it as a five-pointed star with a circle around it. Sounded quite odd to me." "Five points with a circle? Sounds like one of those symbols witches might use." "Doubt that. At least, I hope not. If we've got some sort of occult stuff going on in our town, we've got bigger problems." "True that. Did the sheriff say anything about it?" "Not yet. He's still investigating, but word is they're finding traces of an animal, but nothing anyone can identify." "An unknown animal? That sounds strange. This town ain't exactly filled with exotic wildlife." "I know right? Some folks are worried, others are excited. Some are calling it a mystery stallion, some a lost mountain lion, some even say Bigfoot." "Bigfoot? That's stretching it a bit." "Sure is. But what's not being stretched is the Wilson's bank account. That sheep was worth a pretty penny." "Tell me about it. Folks around here, we invest our life savings in our livestock. That's not just any sheep to them."