DOG FOOD

Well, Kids, I hope you all like dogs, because our SCREAM-STORY'S about KIBBLE AND HUMAN-BITS ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.  
It was a cold evening back in the winter of 1922, when a man heard his doorbell ring in his home, in northwest-Virginia.  He was in the hall and answered the door to an older gentleman.  "Ah, Dr. Peterson, thank y'all for coming tonight.  Please come in!" the man invited the older gentleman, smiling and shaking his hand.  "Good evenin', Mr. Duncan.  Thank you!" Dr. Peterson replied, stepping inside.  Dr. Peterson followed Mr. Duncan upstairs to a parlor, where Mr. Duncan poured out wine from a bottle, into two glasses.  
He handed one glass of wine to Dr. Peterson.  "Thank you sir.  Now, let's begin your home counseling session" Dr. Peterson said to Mr. Duncan.  "You're welcome Doctor" he replied and they drank their wine.  "To ease and relieve the stress from your factory position Mr. Duncan, I shall give to you mild sedatives to give you maximum rest!" Dr. Peterson explained.  Mr. Duncan took a seat on his couch in the corner, and the psychiatrist handed him a glass of water, taking his wine away.  He gave hime three pills and Mr. Duncan took them with the water.  He quickly fell asleep.  
Four hounds came into the parlor.  "How about some dog food boys!" Dr. Peterson said to them and aimed a knife at Mr. Duncan's throat.  Four hours later, the doctor left the parlor, with the dogs licking their chops.  Early the next morning, Dr. Peterson awoke in his bed, going to the ice-box and drinking a bottle of milk.  
A knocking on his front door was heard and it flew open, with the hounds scurrying into the room, along with shadowy-legs.  The hounds entered the kitchen and a distorted-voice croaked: "Y'all fed me to m'dogs Doctor.  I have to prepare more dog food for their dessert!".  In came the zombie of Mr. Duncan, a rotting-skeleton covered in dark-slimy-ooze.  The corpse crept to the doctor, who screamed over and over.  The decayed-skeleton got a cleaver and drove it into the doctor's chest, killing him, as the corpse laughed.  
I guess Mr. Duncan got FED UP with Dr. Peterson HOUNDING HIM eh, kiddies?  He sure had a BONE TO PICK WITH HIM hee-hee-hee.