THE TERRIBLE TRUTH....

IS FINALLY TOLD.......

Hundreds of years have passed....Since that fateful day.

The small tribe couldn't possibly know what lay ahead of them the day that they decided to settle where no man had ever lived before...the Florida sea-swamp...

It seemed to be ideal for their needs. Fish and game were plentiful. Nobody around to bother you. Aside from the gators, and the airliner sized mosquitos, life was perfect. Until...

How could they, or anyone else have known about the gigantic void lurking directly beneath their encampment? How???

And, so, one fateful night, beneath a moon as full as a turkey's behind, the world ended for them. No warning, just a loud, sucking, smacking sound...and they were gone.

No survivors. None. Nada. Bupkiss. Nary a one. Zip. Zero.

Sad, so you say. And, I say, but wait! The worst is yet to come. For we find, hundreds of years later, that these poor lost souls never made it to their happy hunting grounds. They were captured by the earth and mud, and held forever captive...

Centuries later, the evidence is found in the lone cypress tree that grows in the exact spot of the disaster.

Their silent screams, forever falling on deafened ears....

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Th..th..th..th..th..that's all folks!