Pesticide Brown

Raul was haunted by moonlight dreams. It was always the same; he would be standing in his parents kitchen dying of thirst. He opens the fridge, and a dark syrupy liquid pours forth, covering his person. That liquid was Pesticide Brown. The color of honey in the dark, like the black coffee in father's thermos. The color consumed him, day and night, awake or asleep. The dreams came nightly... always the same.
However, one night Raul woke up right before he was supposed to open the fridge. The phone was ringing, he had only to guess the name of the person on the other line. It was Pesticide Brown, and he wanted his lawn mower back.