The crops have turned to bones this year. It wouldn't be so bad if it was the odd bone crop but the whole field's turned. The barley is encased in a dense chitinous exoskeleton that we don't dare to try and cull before the harvest, knowing that beneath the soil their organs are still underdeveloped enough that we could risk it if we had enough backing.
Unfortunately last year a few dozen people partook in the bone harvest and whatever it's done to them has spread to the rest of their families as well, likely hidden in food during their many gatherings over the winter months. When it comes to voting in a cull against an outbreak of the bone harvest, we know they'll sway the vote against us.
In the long run it might not be too bad, we can always pay an out-of-towner bunch to burn the fields and set us back to ground zero in time for tilling the soil afresh and planting for next year. It's just the short-term we have to contend with and that's a good few miles worse.
You see, once the bone harvest's organs are ripe and ready, they uproot themselves and set a dozen fragmented seeds in their place before heading toward anything vaguely meaty. Could be birds, cattle or unawares people but once they've locked on and set their spurs upright, a man's as good as dead.
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