[wterrell]

Hugh,
When I was young, I undertook the task (without financial encouragement) of tracking and mapping the unique armadillo furrows created overnight in the fallen leaves of the forest (woods) floor.
The pattern is much more complicated than the feeble crop patterns of Europe. (Tacfoley, pay attention!)
I have discovered that armadillos are the unwitting tool of extraterrestrial gods, guided to wander in prescribed patterns. When the armadillo (that is the last time I am going to type that insufferable long moniker) furrow is viewed from an observation balloon, it forms a strange alphabet that is not yet discerned or deciphered.
I have broken the trail and pioneered the research into this phenomenon, Hugh, the rest is up to you.

"Armadillo Trails I Have Known, volumn I-III" is not available in soft cover.