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I'm not sure who I caught it from, but I do know that I gave it to
a farmer who loaded it up onto the back of his tractor and hid it in one of his barns. The next day, however the scarecrow had noticed something wasnt quite right and asked the farmer to
give away some worms from his manure heap. The farmer picked the fattest worms
and force-fed them to his daughter he kept locked up
and he used her feces as compost for his vegetable garden. When his vegetables were sold at the farmers market, people exclaimed that the vegetables were
alive! So, it wasn't my imagination that I heard voices above the crunch of the veggies and gurgles from the dip. I, and I alone heard their screams, but no one believed me. Now I sit and wait as the salad army approaches and me with no dressing.
