We were driving home after nightfall, and I made some comment about
how we were driving through the dark and it was kind of spooky. Zeke
asked if we wanted him to tell a scary story. Talia and I said yes.
His voice got really low and he began reciting a long, incantatory,
ex tempore poem. All I remember is this:
Storm clouds! Skeletons! And ghost deers!That's it.
Point a rock and throw you dead.
Broke you to a flaming