It came to be one day, that the eager little children would rush off into the wilderness to find the egg shaped hash pellets wrapping in bright colored foil. After a skillful deployment of tasty objects in the forest, the parents would relax for the rest of the day drinking fine lacquers until the ham roast was cooked crisp and nice. The children would eventually return from their trip into blissful enchantment of another dimension. Wide pineapple smiles and playful apple happiness appearing before the vapors of the roast beast! Oblivious to the horror that screams silence in the darkness of space. The Natives down the valley tried to warn the families not to go into the land of the great wilderness for a camping trip. Spirits they said. Dangerous ones.