Dear diary,
…tripped on a squirrel carcas, lost a toe.
I need to be more careful with my limbs. I can only sew them back so many times. Hmmm at least I found it this time. Don’t even want to think about not being able to father little undead babies.
Stupid crows! You can’t even “choke the chicken” behind a tree without them snatching anything looking like a twigg.
Anyway, an old one-legged zombie-lady told me I have to start pulling my weight around here. So, I picked up the “Classified” section of today’s news scroll:
“Hmmm…spider meat gatherer? boring ! digging graves? neah! outhouse cleaner… HELL NO. ”
“Hey, this seems interresting, Jimmy needs those pesky skeletons ran out of his farm house, this should be a piece of cake!”
OK…this was a productive day, sleepy time now…
