“Scary zombie costume!” Harry said to the trick-or-treater at his door.
“It’s not a costume. I’m a real zombie.”
The zombie jumped Harry and bit his skull. Inserting an ice cream scoop into the wound, he removed Harry’s brains. Forming the brains into bite-sized balls, he put them into Harry’s freezer.
When kids knocked, the zombie said, “I don’t have candy, but I can give you ice cream. It’s a new flavor. Do you want it in a plain or sugar cone? Single or double dip?”
Kids loved the chunky, gray-colored ice cream. Especially those who were real zombies.