Jeff And Jim
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One spoke high and the other spoke low and they both spoke at the same time.
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Buster came back from the grave to serenade his wife. His once lovely singing voice became a slow baritone. He sang and dragged his feet in a weary sort of gate for about a year until the townspeople put him out of their misery.
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He tumbled out of a hole in the ground to look for his friends, who had all floated away on a calm Sunday afternoon toward the end of harvest season.
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They would fall out of trees when ripened, often aiming for passersby. They would wait until there was a gust of wind and then they would land on someones head. The impact would release spores that would be carried by the wind to other trees. The spores would sprout branches that mimicked the texture of the bark and new “fruit” would grow out of the ends to start the process all over again. The spores also caused hallucinations when inhaled.
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The reluctant beekeeper was haunted by the ghostly “king bee without a shadow”. At first, he thought the constant buzzing he heard was left over from the great bell tower incident of 1893. Tha ringing sensation only really lasted for a few months, the residual effect was all in his mind. The buzzing began shortly after he was forced to take over his brother-in-law’s beekeeping business in 1896. He ignored the “buzzing” for a long time until he started to notice the townspeople staring at him and pointing at a spot just above his head. They could all see this apparition of a giant lamenting bee hovering just over his head.
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