The Totem Pole

Come in here BOYS AND GHOULS.  This time of FEAR is starting with quite an INDIAN SUMMER FEAR-IOD eh heh-heh!  Well, an INDIAN SUMMER just so happens to be the TOPIC OF TERROR in our FABLE OF FEAR tonight hee-hee.  It's called...
It was a hot day out, in northeastern-Arizona, there was an old Native American Indian sitting beside a very tall totem pole next to his home back in 1955.  He carved a little wooden-stick with a knife and rocked in his rocking-chair.  He looked up, at the totem pole with a twinkle in his eye, smiling at it.  That evening, an American man arrived on the Indian reservation and got out of his automobile.  The American man walked up, to the home and looked inside the bedroom-window.  He saw the old man asleep in his bed.  He held a knife and got the window open.  The American got into the bedroom and woke the old Indian up.  
"I have some bad news for you Mr. Redfeather.  I have to take all of your Tribe's treasures" the American man explained to him.  "Howgh sir, please, I-I intend give treasures to Grandchildren.  I live here seventy-one years!!!" the old man told the American, begging.  "Sorry Mr. Redfeather, not any longer" the man said and came at him with the knife.  Mr. Redfeather screamed, running out of his home and hid in his shed.  The burglar ran out of the home and saw the white totem pole move its carved-mouths and let out a horrifying, high-shriek, being alive.  The totem pole had ten faces with beaks for noses, painted-eyebrows of black, carved-eyes and ten sets of carved-bird-wings.  The thing was able to flap its wood-wings and move towards the burglar.  
The American burglar screamed, running behind the house.  The living-totem pole shrieked terrifyingly in the night, as it moved quicker.  The burglar peeked and saw its ten pairs of eyes were suddenly shining an ominous-red as it found him.  He screamed as the totem pole shrieked, spewing out blackened-ooze from its mouths.  The crook was covered in it and screamed as it burned him.  Mr. Redfeather peeked out of his shed and saw that the American burglar had been murdered, with the ooze having burned him to death, making him nothing but a skeleton.  Mr. Redfeather rushed around his home, discovering his totem pole was back to normal again, standing still in the moonlight.  
Ha-Ha, that crook really got a BONE-US in the end from that living-totem pole eh?  Good thing that Mr. Redfeather didn't know that his old totem pole WOOD do that for him either heh-heh.