{"id":241,"date":"2013-07-15T23:49:21","date_gmt":"2013-07-16T04:49:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rcveeder.net\/blog\/?p=241"},"modified":"2013-07-15T23:49:55","modified_gmt":"2013-07-16T04:49:55","slug":"a-ghost-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rcveeder.net\/blog\/2013\/07\/15\/a-ghost-story\/","title":{"rendered":"A Ghost Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I wrote this ghost story last week. Please print it out and read it to your friends around a campfire or in another suitable context.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><!--more--><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Farmer Gordon and his goat ambled down the road. Gordon goaded Gordon&#8217;s goat, but Gordon&#8217;s goat slowed.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Go, go!&#8221; Gordon groaned. &#8220;We&#8217;re in the Weird Wood! Sun is setting! Darkness growing! Slowing bad! Going good!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Gordon&#8217;s goat stopped completely. Gordon sighed slowly, weakly.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Okay, Goat. Stay, goat. I&#8217;ll be on my way. All of us back home will mourn you. I&#8217;ll tell them that I tried to warn you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Gordon glowered grimly. Gordon&#8217;s goat wouldn&#8217;t go. Gordon grimaced glumly.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I&#8217;m defeated,&#8221; he conceded. Down the path Gordon proceeded&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;GOLD,&#8221; Gordon&#8217;s goat bleated.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Gold? Gold???&#8221; Gordon repeated.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Gold!&#8221; Gordon&#8217;s goat wailed. &#8220;Weird Wood holds gold! I know! I&#8217;ll show! Within the Wood! Let&#8217;s go!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Gordon&#8217;s face went pale.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Through the trees went Gordon&#8217;s goat. A lump rose in Gordon&#8217;s throat. Gordon&#8217;s fears Gordon swallowed; through the trees Gordon followed.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Gordon&#8217;s goat goaded Gordon onward through the wood. Gordon wondered while he wandered whether Gordon should.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Gold!&#8221; Gordon&#8217;s goat reminded. &#8220;You&#8217;ll find gold, and when you find it, there your dreams are also found! No more bossing goats around; you&#8217;ll be lounging in silk gowns, with human maids surrounding, serving milk in silver goblets, and mopping up your spilt droplets.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Gordon gobbled down all his goat&#8217;s gilded words. He was perfectly persuaded by the promises he heard.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Snapping, rumbling, screeching, pounding, winding, bending, breaking, trembling, trampling, curling, coiling, seeking the center of the Weird Wood\u2014<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;STOP&#8221; screamed Gordon&#8217;s Goat. Gordon glimpsed a glittering grotto.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Go, Gordon!&#8221; Gordon&#8217;s goat goaded. &#8220;Go and grab your golden goal!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Gordon crawled into the cave. All the walls were shimmering, shining with the glow the gold gave. Tunnels twisted him around, squirming, worming deeper down.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">As the twinkling tunnel ended, Gordon had to shield his eyes. Piles of gold! But from his prize a sparkling spectral spook ascended!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Ghost! Ghost!&#8221; Gordon gasped.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Greed,&#8221; Gordon&#8217;s goat giggled.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The golden ghost gobbled Gordon as he cried and cursed his gold. But Gordon&#8217;s goat just ignored him, and ambled onward down the road.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I wrote this ghost story last week. 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