Sunday, May 6, 2012

Gone, Granny, Gone?

Zombie Huntress, Granny Rose was chasing me. Her hot pursuit came to a screeching halt when her mini hummer fell into a ravine. The crash of that incident was terribly loud and almost enough to wake the dead. We are light sleepers, don’t you know.  Anyway, after that I stopped in my tracks, and walked back towards the ravine. It became foggy that night and the sight of the ravine was also obscured by a lot of brush. Having pinpointed the approximate location of Granny’s delirious descent, I cautiously looked over the edge and saw about 30 feet down was Granny’s mini hummer flipped over on its top, but no Granny! Where did she go? I mean it’s not like she hitched a ride from the Enterprise and was beamed out of there. All of a sudden, I heard another loud “KARRRAACCKKK”. It was a grappling hook shot out of a gun by none other that Granny herself! SON OF A SWAMP MOTHER!!! I thought out loud, “She’s got to be Batman’s Grandma!” I’ve never seen an elderly person with this much toughness. My imagination went to a point thinking that if Granny Rose ever baked warm, delicious chocolate chip cookies in her kitchen, it would be entirely possible to believe that such cookies probably each had a device implanted that made the transformation rather easily from a scrumptious treat into a throwing star of death to fight off any stealth assassins (or at least to scare off any misbehaving grandkids)! Up from the ravine climbed Granny Rose. Granny looked even more pissed than when I first met her about an hour ago. I started to run but Granny was catching up with me. Oh great!! Through the fog I saw two familiar shapes. It was my zombie girlfriend, Stacey, and my zombie dog, Goo, running to help intercept Granny! What happened next? Well, it went like this…..

To be continued.

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