EXCEEDS THE WHEAT FIELD, THE LIFE AND DEATH The first story and the first draft Sheridan before taking flight. I wonder if'm never coming back. However Neechee has been sighted, sent us the story and image. A little taste of the great adventure that Sheridan is going to do! 
Cornfields, life and death of Neechee The Wheatfield was significant. At the margin two hooded figures discussed heatedly.
"I can not believe! Have you redone! You are just terrible, you know that using genetically modified corn seeds and then grows out of proportion and infest the entire field. Ah but the lady does not matter, so then who should I mow souls! "Yelled the first brandishing a sickle with the skeletal hand.
"Come on, I told you I did not do it on purpose, and then if you did not flooded the field the other day I should not make a new planting. In short, it is not entirely my fault. "Said the second figure waving a finger in front of the hooded skull of his party.
"You're probably accusing you of being distracted? I remind you that you're leaving all the work for me "as he entered the first boffonchiò in the cornfield with his scythe.
"You're the lady that all love life is not it? You should take care of your grain, and instead you only planted here and there in the field and then leave the duties to me. "Then began to imitate the voice of Life" Morteee me CEH water may have to do in the kitchen? Caro is not that you could fertilize me that I need a manicure? "Death mimicked life while giving some hay in the field, then turned toward her with his hands on her hips and continued to mutter" I remind you that I've already enough mowing, or believe to be an easy job? Care is needed when you know? Only mature spines can be mowed, I have to ask ourselves very carefully otherwise I could do irreparable harm. " Death continued his soliloquy, while the sickle mutant clean up the field from the grain producing tough and selfish souls, grabbing all the nourishment from the earth without share it with others.
life seemed about to reply, but took a deep breath and walked up to the grim reaper in her husband. The lower the cap and kissed him on the white skull. Death winced and gave a swath distracted, stopped and looked back at his beautiful wife.
"My poor beautiful skeleton. "she said in a voice sweet and sensual. "Why not let a moment in your sickle and come to comfort you from your wife? On the peace that we do not like if I hold a grudge ...". Life Death
looked dreamy but he said "There is much to be harvested here ..."
"From the finish after dear, do not worry I'll help, maybe give a bit of weed ..." I stopped stroking the Life ' occipital bone. The then took her hand and led him home. Death followed in dropping the scythe that cut off some ear not yet fully mature. When Death
several hours after he returned to his work, he had completely forgotten about the grain weed, which in the meantime had camouflaged among other things collected, and then left him to mature and rule over the rest of the ears. And we, that grain that we are, we are still waiting for the dear death if they take it away with a nice swath, and pray sincerely that the good life is not wrong to plant more weed seeds.
