I could drone on about all the near misses we had while dashing back to the farm but needless to say it was a tale that would be told in the thrones of kings for ages to come. That is to say it was tedious epic quest stuff.

Fortunately I can spare you the trouble of the story.

I can say we got back to the farm. There was another epic fantasy fight where the undead king showed up and I kicked his butt with a pitchfork.

And that was that.

Bozo was happy as a clam to have stopped the undead taking over the lands, I got to go back to lean back in my rocker, kick my feet up on the porch railing and chew on a piece of straw.

"Did you have fun?" Ursula asked from her seat on the railing.

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I tipped up my hat to shoot her a glare "No, glad it is all over!"

We both sat there for a few minutes in silence. "You don't have to sit there forever you know, we could go after him?"

"Eh, what sort of bitter, jaded undead would I be if I followed after that moron like I was a lost puppy?" I asked with a half tone of humor in my voice. Boy it sure was sort of nice to be home again. "Though, he does seem like he may actually make something of himself."

Ursula shrugged "Want to at least go to town and get some new haunted pumpkin seeds for your garden?"

I sat up "Now you're talking."

I grabbed my purse full of souls and we made our way down the road.

Ursula leaned over and took my straw hat from off my head. "It was nice to see you caring again."

"Eh, tends to happen when someone tries to murder you before breakfast." I looked back in the direction that Bozo had gone. I smiled sardonically, my decaying flesh pulling across my skull in a macabre pantomime of a grin. My purple hair flopping down over my eyes for a moment. "Though, maybe that is what I was needing to start my life anew."

The End