The weather had been peculiar lately; a day of nothing but sunshine suddenly turning to a downpour and switching back again without warning. It was one of those in-between periods, where the ground was wet and the sun was hot, and the clouds were beautiful if you were in the right position to look at them.

One boy was, but it wasn't by choice.

"Help! Help me..."

The boy--a strange green child with long, salad fingers--would have gotten up on his own, but he couldn't feel his legs from where the other boys had hurt him.

They made the red water come out, he thought. They like it when the red water comes out.

"Help me..."

"Salad?"

The boy turned his head and looked up at the boy, his brother, who was standing a few feet away, bag of groceries in hand.

"Kennith..."

"What happened to you?" Kennith took his brother's long hand in his own, normal one helping him sit up.

"They like it when the red water comes out."

Kennith sighed, wrapping his brother's arm around his neck to help him stand up.

"Let's get you home. Bordois is making beef stroganauf."

They moved slowly down the streets, people passing by, not looking twice, not offering to help. They were used to the strange sight; tall, handsome Kennith, carrying his strange, green, older brother home.

"It must be a good thing..."

Kennith looked at his brother. "What is?"

"When my red water comes out. So many people like it, so it must be a good thing."

"Oh, Salad..."