After all the horrendous things are accused of, writing shouldn’t be one of them, right? Sure, their constant craving for human flesh can be a huge buzzkill, and when gathering in vast numbers their collective groan is far from a choir of perfection.
But what they lack in basic communication, cleanliness and manners, they make up for by not writing. Why would they even attempt writing when there’s a smorgasbord of tasty human snacks to tuck into?
Setting aside the issue of human flesh addiction for a moment, I think I know why zombies don’t write.
How adventurous was your childhood?
Was every day an action packed bonanza of thrills and spills, exciting expeditions into caves, lakes, rivers, forests? Did you catch frogs? Make dens? Build dams across streams? Climb trees? Play outside until it was too dark to see without a torch? Or did you spend too much time indoors, watching TV, playing video games and avoiding the evil out-door monster?
Take a good look at the image above. Don’t worry if you can’t read the text, you’ll find the list further down, along with a little game!
The article of the same name as this post found on the Daily Mail website caught my attention for a simple reason: I get the feeling kids today don’t understand (and probably never will) what being OUTSIDE really means.
There’s got to be a good reason why so many people say they’d like to be reincarnated as a dog.
Is it because they have an unfulfilled urge to roll around in mud? Could it be that some folks yearn for something more basic like the love a good stick or bone, instead of the chaotic daily dash? Maybe chasing a ball across a lush green park appeals their restless energetic nature? Perhaps the prospect of never having to cook their own dinner is enough to pray for a canine rebirth?
Or, dear blog reader, could it be that dogs simply know how to deal with life?