Once upon a time a man named Tom Rankin bought a farm in Churchtown. In the middle of one of his best field he had a round row of bushes. He said he would cut the bushes but he was warned to not. The next day he set off to cut the bushes. He cut twelve the first day and that night he had twelve sheep dead. The next day he cut ten and that night she had ten more sheep dead. The last time he cut five he had five sheep dead. And ever after that he had no luck.