THE MORBID MEATING

Heh-Heh, here's quite a SAVORY-STORY Kiddies about a local butcher who wrapped up some SCARE RIBS aha-ha-ha.  Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!  It's a NASTY-NUGGET with a lot of MEAT to it, entitled...
A butcher was within his butcher's shop down in New Orleans, Louisiana, back in spring, 1961, tenderizing a steak at his counter.  He whistled: Dixie-Land and a lady walked into the shop.  "Hello honey.  How is business going today?" the lady said to the butcher, asking.  "Hello Mary.  Business is slacking today sweetheart.  I have only sold one roast this morning so far" he said in reply to her.  "Awe, Vern, I am sorry.  We should think about getting a brand new type of meat to advertise and sell" Mary suggested to him.  "Y'all know, that is a fine idea my Wife!" Vern said, with a grinning-face.  He came around the counter and kissed Mary on her lips.  That evening, Mary and Vern were inside a farmhouse out, in the countryside, seated at a kitchen-table together.  Sitting with them was a middle-aged farmer.  "Thank y'all for inviting me for dinner here this evenin' Vern.  Mary it is a fine supper too I might add" he said to them, then drank a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey.  "Why, thank y'all, Marvin" Mary responded to him and ate some roast.  "Sure Marvin.  Y'all are our only Neighbor outside of New Orleans here" Vern said to him then took a swig from a bottle of Jack Daniel's Whiskey.  
The following day, Vern had a crowd within his butcher's shop.  "That's right ladies and gentlemen, I have rustled up a stunning and quite tasty brand new cut of steak, perfect for your Creole Cookin' folks!!" Vern said, announcing.  Later on, Mary walked into the shop and Vern came out of a back room.  "Oh, hii honey" he said, smiling at her.  "Hi dear.  Were the new steaks a hit?" Mary asked him.  "Yes indeed Mary.  I hope Marvin knows that he made my meat business here more popular" Vern answered.  "Oh, good Vern.  Y'all killed him for that cause!" Mary said.  "Yes, I killed an old man who came in today, back there.  He'll make more cut of steaks with my special flavor" Vern added, saying.  An old lady walked into the place and smiled at Vern.  "Excuse me sir.  Have y'all seen my Husband?  He said to me in a telephone call that he was going to buy his lunch on this street today.  This is a photograph of him right here" she asked him.  She handed him a photograph of him.  "Oh, why, I did as a matter of fact see him today ma'am.  Why, he bought a few slices of ham from me.  Here, my telephone is in the back.  Please use it to phone the police" Vern explained to her.  "Oh, thank y'all sir.  I am so worried" she said to him, gratefully, going into the back room with him.  
That night, Vern and Mary were sitting in their living-room.  As Mary read "Hamlet By William Shakespeare", Vern got up from his chair, smoking a pipe and went over to a window.  When he glanced out the window, there were three figures approaching the farmhouse.  He opened the front door, turned on the light hanging from the porch-ceiling, and saw who they were then.  They were the skeletal-zombies of Marvin, the old man and the old lady.  The zombie of Marvin was also a skeleton dressed in his black buttoned-down collared-shirt, red dress-pants and brown boots.  The skeleton of the old man lurched forwards in his light blue shirt, brown pants and white dress shoes, with his rotting-ribcage showing.  The living dead zombie's gray hair on the sifdes of its bald rotting-skull was ratty.  The skeleton of the old lady moved forward towards the farmhouse dressed in her black hood and cloak, with her dead-eyes inside her zombified-skull gazing directly at Vern in the bright moonlight.  
"What in the world is going on here???" Vern said in horror at the sight of the skeletons coming through his yard.  He heard them cackling in eerie, witch-like tones, and he got a rifle from his porch, firing away at the skeletal-zombie of Marvin.  The corpse of Marvin fell backwards to the ground, having a bullet-hole within the front of his rotting-skull.  The skeleton of the old man gripped Marvin's boney-hand, helping the zombie to his feet.  Mary rushed out to the porch and screamed at the sight of the corpses.  "GET BACK INTO THE FARMHOUSE MARY!!!" Vern screamed at her and she did with him following her.  He slammed and latched the front door.  "VERN, SWEETHEART, I HELPED REMOVE THE MEAT FROM THEIR DEAD BODIES.  THEY'RE ONLY BONES...SKELETONS!!!" Mary shouted at her husband in terror.  Outside, the trio of skeletons reached the porch and scraped their skeletal-digits against the wooden-front door as they cackled like witches.  Vern put his rifle down by the door and hugged his wife.  The rotting, skeletal-hand of the old man's zombie came through the open-window right next to the front door, grabbed the gun and pulled it out the window then.  Mary screamed seeing it as she and Vern hugged, Vern gasping in shock.  The zombie shot Mary through the open-window and she fell to the floor dead.  Vern screamed out in complete horror.  The skeleton outside the open-window shot him then and he fell down dead then also.  The zombies then climbed through the window and the skeleton of Marvin sat down in Vern's chair, threw his skull back and cackled away.  The zombie of the old woman grabbed a can of Lone Star Beer from on an end-table and drank it down.  Then, the zombies all surrounded the corpses of Mary and Vern, and gnawed on their dead faces together.  
Well, wasn't that rather a BITE GNAW-TY of those zombies kiddies?  That TERROR TRIO had no problems FACING THEIR MURDERERS hee-hee-hee-hee!  This tale was a little BONE-US in this EERIE-ISSUE aha-ha-ha-ha-ha.  See you all NEXT SLIME!