Elbie at Trig dot Net

Thu, 12 Jul 2001

Once upon a time, there was a little boy who lived in a quiet seaside community. This community was pretty much like another, except that in the off season, when all the cottagers and tourists went home to the big city, the local population would be inundated with Zombies.

Now these zombies didn't attack the peaceful villagers, and eat their brains. Instead these zombies came and ate in their restaurants and paraded around in public with their fancy clothes and expensive jewellery until it got to a point where the living would envy the dead. The dead had cooler cars.

The little boy took all this in stride. For him it was just the average off season crowd doing their thing. One year, however, his parents got fed up with the zombies flaunting of wealth in front of the less well off villages, and they packed up and moved away.

When the little boy started school in the new town the teacher asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up. Without hesitation, the little boy piped up "a zombie!" The teacher immediately assessed the little boy as seriously disturbed, and having no potential. She put him in the "special learning" class where he immediately accidentally swallowed a small part of a toy not suitable for ages 0-3, and he died.

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