Concept: The Shame of Morton
"Yes, I'll tell you, but only so you know what to do if it should happen again. The events of that year are a stain on our parish, and there's no joy in the telling."
"We were deviled that whole year. That sulphurous fissure that the boys discovered up in the hills was a bad omen; the sickness among the cattle; our girls, vexed with sores and boils. Then the imp came - that shameless obscenity - leering at the miller's wife across the millpond, pissing on our thatch and throwing rocks at the dogs."
"At first, none of us understood these things were all related. Of course, the women had kept the shame of what had happened to them secret for many months. How could they not? We don't even have a word for such a thing."
"When it was found that the vicar's mother was pregnant, the outrage was too much to bear. The stinking crack through which that vile imp had come to us was found and stopped up with tar and stones. To think that we celebrated that night! But that was before the births."
"My heart is heavy with the memory of what we were forced to do. To this day I cannot look upon my daughter for the shame of it. Many times I asked God why this was visited upon us. Did we not toil? Did we not pray? I regret that my faith has been sorely strained. Is it possible that we, by some hidden indiscretion, brought this upon ourselves?"