Walto Haggerty was working his field. He strained away under the hot sun, trying to attach a plow to the rear of his tractor. He paused momentarily to look questioningly at the sun and wipe his brow with an old handkerchief. “Damn it all,” he muttered. It was one of the hottest springs in state…

Ernest Blofly wasn’t very happy with his day. Mr. Blofly was, in fact, fairly pissed off about his life in general. This was because, unknown to most, God hated Ernest Blofly. And so it was that all of the worst things that were possible happened to Ernest Blofly.   Ernest Poquat Blofly was born at…