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Zombie Dinner Table

It wasn’t the half eaten heads littering her backyard that upset Grandma. Nor the splintered backdoor. It was the bad manners.

"Ugg!" shuddered Grandma. She retrieved her lace fan from her bag and with a disgusted look on her face, fanned herself. "Those unruly zombies ate with their hands. There is no call for them to be eating with their hands at all. I shall teach them the benefits of knives, forks, and napkins."

"Grandma, I don't think zombies are interested in improving their table manners."

"Pish," she said. "They are in dire need of training." Pointing her fan at me, "I am appointing you as my Aide-de-Camp. Go get the bear traps and shotguns. We are going recruiting students."

I scrunched up my face, "What's an Aide-de-Camp Grandma?"

"It's a fancy name for a ten year old granddaughter helping her grandmother catch zombies."

I couldn't help but smile.  Me, an Aide-de-Camp. It's like I …