There's been some murmurs - certainly some rumors - and some mild alarm.
Apparently, a farming couple found something... Bizarre. An aberration, maybe, strange and incoherent and taking up their root cellar when it's just about time for the harvest.
They'd like someone to deal with this, maybe, though at their children's insistence someone to maybe deal with this in a way that does not involve stabbing the aberration the couple's youngest daughter has taken to calling 'Squirmy.'
They don't have much coin, being subsistence farmers, but the village can scrape together something of a reward for any adventurers feeling up to the challenge.