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The clouds were hanging low this morning and the cold crept deep into the bone. An unearthly sound across the meadow sought everybody’s attention. The women were wearing their thickest wool coats and rubbed their sore hands whenever they could sneak in a chance to do so. It was back breaking work to pull the plough through the hard trodden soil. Not even the harsh barks of the landowner manning the plough could avert their curiosity as the ungodly monstrosity was carrying a prim looking lady across the field without a horse in sight.