Season 10, Break Week
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rayasoPossum Ran Over My Grave
Possum come a-walkin’, a-walkin’ on muh grave! Tha’s right, Ol’ Man Possum, you better run, ‘cuz I’m comin’ fer you -- wanna reach right up an’ pull you down, ‘n taste your sweet, raw meat. You too, tender rabbit, hop on by – fer now. I’m comin’ t’ git y’all. An’ I’m hungry.
You think this lousy pine box gonna stop me? I been scratchin’ ‘n clawin’ ever since you put me down here, ‘n the worms ‘n grubs been diggin’ through. Worms crawl in, worms crawl out, they does the jitterbug on muh snout. I fished with ’em, ‘n now they wanna feast on me! I don’ care, fair’s fair ‘n all, an’ missin’ a l’il skin here ‘n there ain’t gonna matter much. Not when I’m free agin.
That cheap goddam suit you dressed me in, it’s rottin’ ‘n fallin’ off, but that don’ bother me none. But Jenny, you ‘n Wilbert been sparkin’ in muh Ford! Alive or dead, you don’ do that in a man’s truck. What the #*%@ kinda name’s Wilbert, anyway? Have some respect, woman! Bet ol’ Wilbert’s purty tasty – there always was lots of ‘im.
Preacher man, start shakin! No burial on church ground for muh kind? What the #$%* kind’s that, you bony ol’ hyp-o-crit? Son’a Satan, muh ass! We all knew ‘bout you ‘n Lucy, sneakin ‘roun like that. An’ you cain’t bury me proper, just cuz awhat I done? I may’ve been slow, but I weren’t stupid, you ol’ goat!
Dig dig dig – thas all I been doin’— l’il bit here, l’il bit there. Six feet under‘s ‘bout ten feet short! You think a pile a dirt’s gonna stop me? Hell, y’all thought bashin’ in muh head‘d fix things! Where’d you git that ideer? Been watchin’ too much teevee, I guess. Ain’ nothin’ stoppin’ me – y’all larn that when I turn you. No tombstone, no restin’ in peace. Jus’ hunger on hunger. Y’all look purty good, even without no bar-be-cue sauce!
You too, Jenny – yur on muh list – number one with a gullet! ‘Till death do us part – thas whut we said. I don’ think the good Lord had this ‘n mind, d’you? When I catch you, you won’ be ‘part from me, never agin. I mean, Wil-*#@*-bert? I weren’ even cold afore you start’d in with him!
Runnin’ ‘n screamin’ ‘n hidin’ – didn’ work afore, Jen, ‘n it won’ work now. I may not walk right no more – kinda drunk-like -- but slow ‘n steady gits the wife, as they says. I knows all yer hidey-holes, even that one by th’ crick. Might as well jus let me munch on you awhiles ‘n git it over with.
Almos’ there – ‘nother foot ‘n I kin breathe fresh air agin – ‘cept I don’ breathe no more, ‘n the air ain’t been fresh since MineCo open up that shaft. Then it’s feastin’ time!
Y’all thought I was a monster b’fore? Well, you ain’t seen nuthin. Scatter’n might help some, but no one ever leaves this #$@%&*# holler! Shotgun won’ work – y’all tried that already, ‘n when Petey run me over with his Dodge, it jus tore off muh hand. Hell, a l’il duct tape fixed that up fine. Not much ta be said fer muh presen’ condition, but tha’s no never mind. I takes a lickin’ ‘n keeps on tickin’!
Jus inches t’go now! Ever’body said I’d never ‘mount ta much, ‘n I guess they’s right, if’n eat’n the holler don’ count. I ain’t never been this hungry!
Muh hand’s out!
Gotcha, Ol’ Man Possum! You sure is stupid, keep runnin’ over muh grave like that!
Now fer th’ others.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Important
My domputer has died. Unfortunately, until I can replace it, I will not have internet access, and so, regretably, I will not be able to thank you for reading my entry. I appreciate your taking the time to read this, and I appreciate any comments.
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Links to the other three Break Week entries:
2. “Zombies Galore!”
http://rayaso.livejournal.com/21515.html
3. “Zombie Studies”
http://rayaso.livejournal.com/22000.html
4. “Saving the Herd”
http://rayaso.livejournal.com/22064.html
GONE, BUT NOT FERGETTIN’
Possum come a-walkin’, a-walkin’ on muh grave! Tha’s right, Ol’ Man Possum, you better run, ‘cuz I’m comin’ fer you -- wanna reach right up an’ pull you down, ‘n taste your sweet, raw meat. You too, tender rabbit, hop on by – fer now. I’m comin’ t’ git y’all. An’ I’m hungry.
You think this lousy pine box gonna stop me? I been scratchin’ ‘n clawin’ ever since you put me down here, ‘n the worms ‘n grubs been diggin’ through. Worms crawl in, worms crawl out, they does the jitterbug on muh snout. I fished with ’em, ‘n now they wanna feast on me! I don’ care, fair’s fair ‘n all, an’ missin’ a l’il skin here ‘n there ain’t gonna matter much. Not when I’m free agin.
That cheap goddam suit you dressed me in, it’s rottin’ ‘n fallin’ off, but that don’ bother me none. But Jenny, you ‘n Wilbert been sparkin’ in muh Ford! Alive or dead, you don’ do that in a man’s truck. What the #*%@ kinda name’s Wilbert, anyway? Have some respect, woman! Bet ol’ Wilbert’s purty tasty – there always was lots of ‘im.
Preacher man, start shakin! No burial on church ground for muh kind? What the #$%* kind’s that, you bony ol’ hyp-o-crit? Son’a Satan, muh ass! We all knew ‘bout you ‘n Lucy, sneakin ‘roun like that. An’ you cain’t bury me proper, just cuz awhat I done? I may’ve been slow, but I weren’t stupid, you ol’ goat!
Dig dig dig – thas all I been doin’— l’il bit here, l’il bit there. Six feet under‘s ‘bout ten feet short! You think a pile a dirt’s gonna stop me? Hell, y’all thought bashin’ in muh head‘d fix things! Where’d you git that ideer? Been watchin’ too much teevee, I guess. Ain’ nothin’ stoppin’ me – y’all larn that when I turn you. No tombstone, no restin’ in peace. Jus’ hunger on hunger. Y’all look purty good, even without no bar-be-cue sauce!
You too, Jenny – yur on muh list – number one with a gullet! ‘Till death do us part – thas whut we said. I don’ think the good Lord had this ‘n mind, d’you? When I catch you, you won’ be ‘part from me, never agin. I mean, Wil-*#@*-bert? I weren’ even cold afore you start’d in with him!
Runnin’ ‘n screamin’ ‘n hidin’ – didn’ work afore, Jen, ‘n it won’ work now. I may not walk right no more – kinda drunk-like -- but slow ‘n steady gits the wife, as they says. I knows all yer hidey-holes, even that one by th’ crick. Might as well jus let me munch on you awhiles ‘n git it over with.
Almos’ there – ‘nother foot ‘n I kin breathe fresh air agin – ‘cept I don’ breathe no more, ‘n the air ain’t been fresh since MineCo open up that shaft. Then it’s feastin’ time!
Y’all thought I was a monster b’fore? Well, you ain’t seen nuthin. Scatter’n might help some, but no one ever leaves this #$@%&*# holler! Shotgun won’ work – y’all tried that already, ‘n when Petey run me over with his Dodge, it jus tore off muh hand. Hell, a l’il duct tape fixed that up fine. Not much ta be said fer muh presen’ condition, but tha’s no never mind. I takes a lickin’ ‘n keeps on tickin’!
Jus inches t’go now! Ever’body said I’d never ‘mount ta much, ‘n I guess they’s right, if’n eat’n the holler don’ count. I ain’t never been this hungry!
Muh hand’s out!
Gotcha, Ol’ Man Possum! You sure is stupid, keep runnin’ over muh grave like that!
Now fer th’ others.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Important
My domputer has died. Unfortunately, until I can replace it, I will not have internet access, and so, regretably, I will not be able to thank you for reading my entry. I appreciate your taking the time to read this, and I appreciate any comments.
##########
Links to the other three Break Week entries:
2. “Zombies Galore!”
http://rayaso.livejournal.com/21515.html
3. “Zombie Studies”
http://rayaso.livejournal.com/22000.html
4. “Saving the Herd”
http://rayaso.livejournal.com/22064.html
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Date: 2017-01-03 07:06 am (UTC)when Petey run me over with his Dodge, it jus tore off muh hand. Hell, a l’il duct tape fixed that up fine.
Duct tape! It's the answer for everything. :D