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Feast is a 2005 American action horror film directed by John Gulager, produced by Michael Leahy, Joel Soisson, Larry Tanz and Andrew Jameson. The winning team was composed of writers Dunstan and Melton and director Gulager. The film had a limited release in the United States on September 22, 2006, and premiered at the Chicago International Film Festival on April 14, 2005. Upon its release, it received generally mixed to negative reviews from critics, while some highly praised the cast performances as well as the story’s humor. No one heeds his warning, so he shows the bar patrons the head of a repulsive creature to make them take him seriously. He is soon pulled through a window and decapitated by one of the monsters. The monster disappears for some time, then is found attempting to sexually penetrate one of the deer heads nailed to the wall.

A shotgun blast removes the deer head and monster. The monster drops into a freezer which is then sealed shut, trapping it inside. Following this, the remaining windows are boarded up and the bar patrons are given a moment of peace. Trying to call for help, they learn that the only phone in the bar has been hit by a stray shotgun blast and rendered useless.

The group kills the young monster in the freezer and hangs it outside. The monster’s parents quickly eat the child, have sex and produce two offspring in a matter of seconds, all of whom begin to attack the pub with renewed fury. You can help by adding to it. After a period of delays, the film eventually made its way to American theaters on September 22, 2006. The DVD was released on October 17, 2006. This page was last edited on 8 February 2018, at 03:51.

Just after turning ten months old, Molly fell off the bed one night while Nathan was out of town. She escaped past my barricade of pillows at the edge of the bed. She was upset but not inconsolable. I nursed her back to sleep, and she slept until morning. When she woke I was concerned, because Molly was unhappy, and was favoring her left arm. Her underarm felt a bit different when I went to lift her, sort of lacking in resistance. I called a dear friend who is a nurse to ask for advice.

She advised that I take her to be seen when our family practice opened later that morning, and that there was no immediate need to go to the ER. Nathan returned from his travels that evening, and complimented me on keeping my head on my shoulders — not sobbing hysterically or beating myself up endlessly, but focusing on getting Molly the care that she needed. As we talked about what happened, I remember saying that I hate that we live in a world where a tiny bit of me was afraid to take her to be seen, because you never know what a doctor might think when a baby has an injury. Fast-forward to that Friday evening, just before 5 pm, when our home phone rang and it was for me. The man calling said, “I’m calling from the Department of Children and Families. I’m sitting here now, weeks later, and yet the memory of that moment is a stark, clear one: the pit in my stomach, the disbelief that this could be happening. I unleashed a slight outburst of shock and outrage on the DCF agent before bursting into tears and handing the phone to Nathan, who graciously took over the phone call.

There was to be an investigation at our home the following Monday morning. Let me back up and fill in a few blanks here. The truth is that I remember calling Nathan right after Molly’s initial appointment as we were on our way to get x-rays, saying, “I had a weird feeling about the doctor we saw. She seemed more concerned about the fact that Molly hadn’t been at every CDC recommended Well Child visit than about the fracture.

Now, to my credit, I did not roll my eyes back into my throat, but instead responded with a smile, “I have a scale and weigh her at home. The doctor did not seem reassured by this at all, but said, “Well, we also need to make sure she’s hitting her milestones. Again I smiled and said, “As a third-time mom I have felt confident in assessing that she’s growing and developing right on track. No one wants to be faced with the thought that taking a child for medical care will be worse than the injury. That first Monday evening a nurse from the practice called me to deliver the results of the x-rays. She advised me that these fractures are relatively common, and that all we needed to do was to safety pin her sleeve to the bodice of her clothing each day to limit her mobility and create a sort of a sling. She also recommended a follow-up at Boston Children’s.

The following morning I called the nurse back to ask a few questions. Was the follow-up in Boston so the x-rays could be read by someone more specialized? Was there a chance she would need surgery? Would they advise treatment more intensive than the safety pin? Should I give her motrin if she was in pain? The nurse reassured me that Molly would be fine and would heal quickly. Since lengthy rides in her car seat seemed uncomfortable for a baby with a broken clavicle, and since our oldest daughter also had a lingering cough that had been causing chest pain, I decided that avoiding unnecessary trips into the city was an excellent plan, and agreed to follow up at our family practice.