FUNGUS

Greetings, Kiddies, I, your SHIVER-SHAKER CREEPS, have a BEDSLIME STORY for us all to enjoy heh-heh!  That's FRIGHT, it's about a farmer and a really FUNGI aha-ha, simply titled...
On a farm out, in the countryside of northern-Kansas, a robber got the window of the farmhouse open on a spring night back in 1950.  He crawled through it and woke the sleeping farmer in the front room-chair.  "Who are you mister?" the frightened farmer asked the thief.  "I am your nightmare sir" the robber responded and was about to shoot him, but the farmer gripped the robber's shotgun and it went off, up, into the ceiling.  The burglar pulled the trigger and discovered the shotgun was empty.  
The farmer pulled the weapon from him and the thief saw a huge rock out the window.  Grabbing it, he struck the farmer in his head with it, knocking him out.  The rock split in two and a pink slime spilled from within it, onto the robber's shirt.  "What the heck?!" he hollered.  He dropped the split rock and saw the goo grow.  A few minutes went by and the robber exited the front door with a sack.  As he drove a truck from the farm, the pink-colored slime covered his clothes.  Then it turned into a pink sort of fungus.  
"What the heck is going on?!??" the thief shouted in horror.  He pulled his truck over, got out of it and tried to cut off the fungus from his shirt very carefully with a pocket-knife.  The fungus just kept on growing.  "Ah, come on, what crap is this fungus?" he bellowed into the night.  Later on, the farmer came to meandered outside.  "HOLY MOLY!" he screamed, seeing a fungus-thing on twos.  Its head was like a pink flower with red around its hole-like mouth.  Red claws were on its toes and fingers, as the thin monster leapt from the country-road to the farm.  The monster growled deeply at the farmer, and he got the robber's shotgun, loading it in a hurry.  
The thing got to the doorway of the farmhouse, clawing at the farmer's face, growling away.  He screamed, shooting it right in the face.  The monster fell dead on the porch.  The farmer chugged a bottle of Bourbon on the porch and saw the face of the burglar's corpse then, in the fungus where he had blown away the flower from.  
Hee-Hee, I told you WEED ALL ENJOY THE TALE!  That story sure GREW ON US EH? Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!