Not far from a very small town that was long forgotten was a farm. This farm was like any other farm that you might come across. Almost.

To the casual observer what was laid out before them was row upon row of corn. Depending on the time of year and how the crop was doing you might see the various vines and other ground growth beyond that. The absence of large machinery, of farm hands, or even animals was never noticed. Everything appeared just how it should. It was just a normal farm, growing the normal crops.

Yet if you looked deeper you might just find that it wasn’t exactly what it appeared to be.

There were indeed row upon row of tall stalks only it wasn’t ears of corn that grew upon them. It was just ears. Ears of every shape, color and size. There were small vines that grew every color of eye you could desire. Trees that bore hands of all shapes and sizes instead of fruit.

Shipments left this farm daily headed for a very unremarkable factory. Each bound for some very remarkable task.