I remember it like it was yesterday.
I was on my roof, feeding the dog cookies and watching fireworks. Suddenly they were everywhere, hovering, hovering and feeding on the helpless. I fell off the roof when one of them came at me, and was lucky not to land on my head. I got up as quickly as I could, and ran. The screams as I fled through the streets were unbearable.
I hid in the river with a straw to breathe through until they finished the destruction and flew away, but the firefighters and fishermen of the town were not so fortunate. There were bloody helmets and hip waders everywhere. I found the dog the next morning, lapping up puddles of spilled ice cream from the sidewalk and looking completely unscathed. For some reason, they didn't seem to want to eat his brain.
So where were YOU when the flaming spider-skulls attacked?
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