Day: 29. November 2009

The farmer walked through the fresh morning air with a brisk stride. The full moon shone brightly with an eerie glow. The farmer would not have come out this early if he had not heard a noise . . . REEEAAaarrRR! There it was again. It was coming from the goat pen. As he approached the goat pen, he could see the head of a quivering young goat. He ran over and picked it up. Suddenly, the farmer’s heart stood still. A large face that looked like a dog with a crazed mane looked back at him. It had bright red eyes, black and brown fur, and vampire fangs. It immediately locked onto the farmer’s leg with it’s teeth, trying to drink the blood that wasn’t there. The farmer kicked the . . . thing and started to run. He reached the front door five seconds before the thing and slammed it. The farmer collapsed with a squealing goat in his arms, trying to make sense of what attacked him. Then he remembered the local legend . . .
-To Be Continued!