There was once a girl who lived in the woods. She has no friends nor family who lived near by, she was all alone. One night the full moon raised over the salty lake.
Zombies rose as if they were dead flowers still blooming after death. The skeletons danced like clowns at a rodeo. Little marry screamed as if her voice belonged to a person screeching the notes of opera.
The sun rose as the angel blew her horn as if the golden gates were to open. The demons went to hell and little Marry went to Heaven.