The other day me and Tommy were playing croquet over by the condemned quarry and he said he thought he saw a zombie. I told him they weren't real, and he got this weird look in his eyes and said "Oh, they're real. They're real, all right. You'll find out soon enough."

My dad's trying to get me into protesting rabbits, but I don't see the point. What a weird hobby! I'd rather be braiding weird vintage postcards.