After sorting through the old pictures, birthday cards and a select few cherished toys, something amongst the pile of construction paper and progress reports caught my eye. It appeared to be some sort of creative writing assignment...wait a minute, I think I...yes. I'm pretty sure I was in second grade, and I remember this project. It was a joint project between our class and the fifth grade class designed to marry the budding penmanship and spelling skills of a fifth grader with the eagerness and expressiveness of a second grader. It was an opportunity for the little kid to get behind the wheel while the big kid facilitated the creativity with the vehicle of literacy. Basically, he was capable of recording whatever I felt like dictating. I must warn you though, it is a frightful tale, so if you scare easily I suggest you hit alt+F4 now. For all of you bold enough to proceed, I offer you a classic Halloween tale from the dusty archives of my childhood literary catalog.
These things happen.
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I want to add something snarky and funny, but I'm not even sure what that story meant.
I'm with you. I'm guessing there's a good chance that the guy who was eaten as a pancake was David Bowie.
My favorite: "Somebody found him and ate him for a pancake."
I'm going to try to use that sentence tomorrow.
This would be a great script for a horror movie.
Opening Scene: An old married couple are in a kitchen of an old rickety haunted house at night. The camera backs out of the window and pans up to roof, where we can see a jack-o-lantern perched atop of an ornate chimney. The features of the jack-o-lantern move, giving the impression that it's magical and sentient.
The wind blows and our magical pumpkin takes an awful tumble.
The candle goes out.
Then all heck breaks loose.
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