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Night of the Living Dead Turnips Scott Crowder ©2011 Published by r[E]volution Press at Smashwords Contents copyright © 2011 Scott Crowder / r[E]volution Press All rights reserved. Any reproduction, sale, or commercial use of this book without express written permission of the author is strictly forbidden. This book is a work of fiction. | Night of the Living Dead Turnips Scott Crowder 2011 Published by r E volution Press at Smashwords Contents copyright 2011 Scott Crowder I r E volution Press All rights reserved. Any reproduction sale or commercial use of this book without express written permission of the author is strictly forbidden. This book is a work of fiction. Names characters and incidents are inventions of the author. Any resemblance to actual events people or turnips alive dead or somewhere in between is entirely coincidental. Cover image was found on the internet and I make no claim of ownership to it. If it s yours and you d like it removed please contact me at zombieapocalypse at earthlink dot net. Smashwords Edition License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. Thank you for respecting the author s work. Our story begins in Shmorgasbord Heights On the very last night before Halloween Night. The moon hangs low in the darkening sky Dropping a wink like a big sleepy eye. The dark streets titter with chittering leaves. Corn stands in the fields in tall silent sheaves. On fence posts and porch steps sit pumpkins agleam Alight with bright fright and grim pumpkin dreams. Young Tommy Tigby passes them warily Aware of the eyes that stare at him scarily. He s helped set up for his school s harvest dance. Now he s nervous and he feels like he s got ants in his pants. As he makes his way home through the deepening dark A chilly wind blows and a hidden dog barks. So his legs are swinging his footsteps are fast Ahead is the farm he wants to be past The one that consistently gives him the creeps The creepy old farm of Old Farmer Freep. Freep s let the failing barn grow quite decrepit. His efforts at up-keep are thoroughly tepid. His fields lay barren fallow and drear. Everything s harvested