Something inhuman has come to Quinharbor.

As unseen as the full moon riding the night sky high above. It is the Pineapple, and there is no more reason for it's coming now than there would be for the arrival of cancer or a psychotic with murder on his mind. It's time is now. It's place is here. In this little Earth town where baked bean church suppers are a weekly event. Where small girls and boys still bring apples to their teachers. Where the outings of the seniors citizens club are religiously reported in the weekly papers.