The Farmer

Well, Kiddies, I, CREEPS, have been waking up at THE HACK OF DAWN each MOURN-ING to feed THE DEAD-STOCK heh-heh-heh-heh. When I do my MORNING GORES, I FIEND LITTLE BOY BOO fast sleep in the hay. This brings to mind, the FEAR-FABLE of...

Back in August of 1943, a farmer fed chickens chicken feed from out of bucket on a farm down in eastern-Alabama one morning. He sang "Jimmy Crack Corn" as he flung handfuls of chicken feed onto spots of the ground of the barnyard from within the pail. Meanwhile, a young boy was running across the farm being chased by two teenage bullies. The bullies both threw a rock at the boy and they both struck him in his back, causing him to scream in pain and fall to the ground. The teenage bullies ran to him, both grabbing the boy by his shoulders, bringing him to his feet. "Y'all stand up to us again Willy you jerk, and we'll beat your face to a bloody pulp!" one of the bullies said to the boy, threatening him. "Please leave me alone, Carl. Give me back m'fishin'-pole!" Willy replied to the bully. "No ya jerk!" Carl said to him and he and the other bully shoved him to the ground. The farmer looked around, hearing Willy scream in pain and ran to him then. The farmer saw Carl and the other bully run off as he stood by Willy's head. "Willy m'boy. What did they do to y'all this time?" the farmer asked him. "They broke m'arm Uncle Ed!" Willy answered him. He cried and Uncle Ed picked him up.

That night, Willy laid in a bed within a farmhouse, sleeping with his arm in a sling. Uncle Ed looked at him, standing at his bedside. "I took y'all into m'home here when you were three years old, four years ago, Willy. Y'all runnin' away from that orphanage. Those teenage boys always beat ya up during the Summer. I will protect you from them" he said to him. The farmer looked out the bedroom-window and saw the full moon up, in the sky, all yellow then. Meanwhile, the two bullies were standing by a stream within a forest, fishing together. Carl took a swig from a bottle of Jack Daniel's Whiskey. The farmer walked into the moonlight outside and thrashed his head around, moaning and groaning then suddenly. He transformed into an inhuman-monster with light-brown-flesh, long ratty-hair of white, with his left eyeball missing and his right eyeball a solid-white, without a pupil within it. Uncle Ed also had long, black claws and he roared deeply. The monster walked out of the moonlight in his dark-blue suspenders and overalls. "Nice fishin'-pole Carl. You deserve it more than Willy does" the other bully said to him. "Why, thank y'all, Jeremiah m'Friend. Glad we beat Willy up again and I stole it from him" Carl replied to him. Suddenly, Jeremiah and Carl turned their heads, both hearing footsteps coming closer to the stream. The light-brown-skinned-monster walked out of the backwoods, into the moonlight of the full-moon. The teenage bullies screamed in terror and surprise, seeing it. It roared deeply and gripped Carl's head with its clawed-hands, and twisted it clear around, killing him instantly. The monster let go of the corpses head, letting it fall to the ground, and Jeremiah screamed some more and took off, running.

He ran, dropping his own fishing-rod as he got to a cottage and ran into the place. The bully ran into the kitchen and a couple were sitting at the table, eating meatloaf and mashed-potatoes. "Son, be careful runnin' in the house please. Hope y'all had fun fishin' with Carl" the man said to Jeremiah. "Oh, uh, yeah, we did. Thanks Pa" he replied to him. Jeremiah sighed in relief and the woman said to him, "y'all seem a bit spooked Jeremiah sweetheart". "I'm alright Ma" he said to her, calming down and walked upstairs. Jeremiah walked into a bedroom and heard the monster roaring outside. The bully looked out the open-window and saw the long and ratty-white-haired-thing walk into the moonlight, coming closer to the side of his cottage down below. Jeremiah gasped in fright and sat down on the edge of the bed in the dark. A dog came into the bedroom and the bully pet it on the head. He got up and looked out the open-window again. The farmer walked away from his cottage and Jeremiah sighed in relief. He turned on a lantern on a dresser and the dog panted. "Howdy, boy, let's go get some food" he said to the dog. The deep roaring of the monster was heard, as one of its black-clawed-hands struck Jeremiah's back, ripping his shirt. The bully gasped, and fell over, dead. The dog walked out of the bedroom and the monster roared, blinking its left eye of solid-white. The monster jumped out of the open-window and landed by Willy. "Gee, thanks, Uncle Ed for getting Carl and Jeremiah for me" Willy said to the monster and it smiled at him, roaring. They walked away together with Willy carrying his fishing-rod.

Poor Willy got his fishing-pole back in the end there AT BEAST. It was sure a PAIN IN THE NECK to get it back, especially for Carl hee-hee-hee-hee! So much for him and Jeremiah FISHING DOWN AT THE SCREAM aha-ha-ha-ha.