Those Strange Circles

My brother and I stopped dead in our tracks as we found ourselves staring out at three strange circles outlined in the salt grass surrounding the lake in our pasture. The circles, approximately thirty feet in diameter, consisted of flattened, dead, yellowed grass defined by the stately green grass in which they lay. Perhaps we wouldn’t have been so surprised coming upon this strange sight on our way to gather the cows for milking, had we not been at this very spot the afternoon before and noticed nothing unusual. Twelve-year old Philip spoke first. “Wow, where did these come from” These weren’t here yesterday. What made these circles?” Suddenly feeling wary in the middle of 400 acres of South Texas pastureland I peered out at the surrounding groves of mesquite...

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