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The thing in the swamp only ate the green ones. I'd pour the big bag of Anthony-Thomas spiced jellybeans into the top of the rotten stump down by the black water every Friday night, just like the old man who sold me the place had shown me. In the morning, all the green ones were gone. It was easy to remember when I had a job and kept regular hours. When the work dried up, jellybeans didn't seem so important. I have hazel eyes, but a lot of the folks nearby weren't so lucky. It only ate the green ones.