Dead Letter to the Editor
Dear Editor,
I am a resident zombie from Jasper, Texas. I have existed along side my fellow living neighbors for a few hundred years now and never had any trouble until about two weeks ago. Some young punk kids came to my place of residence with their little shot guns in hand, most likely from daddy's gun cabinet. They came barreling through my front door and proceeded to "do away with me." Of course being the young belligerent children that they were, they had it all wrong.
Not to mention they were so scared when I answered the door that their sniveling leader could only stutter out the words, "Ahhhhhhh We we must have the wrong house!" They then proceeded to run like frightened eighteenth century nuns being chased by a pack of werewolves into the night.
After a good laugh and a cup of coffee I realized something. This world is no longer safe for us zombies. All these ridiculous movies, books and even music that has come out in the last few decades have painted a rather unbecoming picture of zombies and I am here to set the record straight.
First of all we don't eat human's brains. Believe me, and no offense, they are the last species on earth we would ever want to feed upon. Honestly you humans are just tainted. All of the drugs, preservatives and other unmentionables you stick in your body are beyond disgusting. It ruins the flavor and makes the texture a little on the watery side. We enjoy more intelligent species with good firm medulla oblongata such as duck, dolphin or goat.
Second we can not be killed by shot guns or chainsaws. Although annoying as it is to loose a limb or have a hole put through your rib cage it does not hurt. The most you can do with that is slow us down a little and if you can not out run a zombie then you must have problems. We go about as fast as your ninety one year old grandfather who has emphysema and a wooden leg. After you have been experiencing rigor mortis for a few hundred years how fast do you think you would move?
Third we are not the bumbling idiots you see in those terrible moves. We often have zombie reunions where we discuss such things as politics, philosophy and yes even rocket science. Although to a passerby it may sound more like moans, growls and BRAAAINNS!!! we have advanced far beyond the need for verbal communication. Really most of us can't move our mouth very much anyway. That whole rotting thing makes the jaws a little stiff.
Even though we are very intelligent we have a hard time finding a place that will hire some one of our stature. We often end up working as cemetery maintenance specialists or over night stockers for Wal-mart Supercenters, they hire anyone.
I hope that this has cleared up the common misconceptions about us zombies. So the next time you see a resident zombie in your neighborhood instead of running away thank them for being so nice as to share this world with you. (Believe me we could easily get rid of you of we so chose to do so.)
Your Favorite Zombie,
Mortichi Flanders
© K. Loch 2005
This is a holiday favorite that was put out last year around the same time. Hope all you cooks enjoy.
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