Zeppelins Be Dangerous!

The rain poured as all 11 gods were pouring themselves a water at exactly the same time and missing their glasses. Snow lay on the ground, freezing the little hooves of the various ungulate mammals, while the wind tore through the hills and wildness surrounding Nube and Well's farm.

There was also a loud communal groaning sound that was constantly competing with the lashing winds. It seemed to be a mix of someone gnawing on flesh and the dry rasping sound of a dead and decaying voice box crying out for blood....to all intents, constructions and purposes (to quote Henry VIII), this is exactly what it was.....yes.......ZOmBieS

Nube had never fully understood why everyone in the whole universe did not take Zombie invasion procotion more seriously when the problem was so rife on the moon, which in relative terms was rather close. One only had to observe the differing parallax of the moon and say, the Sun to see that! Why, when even the smallest of efforts could prolong your life expectancy 4 fold during a zombie apocalypse did people insist on making a mockery of the situation to which now, lo and behold, had occurred?!

The surrounding village had not taken long to fall. Stone and mud can no more hold a ***t load of zombies than a disarmed, tiny grandpa with osteoarthritis. The screams were still ringing in Nube's ears...or was that his tinnitus?...'Come to think of it, I don't even have ears....strange', thought Nube. The Zombies had arrived in 5 Zeppelins, possibly from Bordeaux or Vienna, Nube was a tad vague on the details, only Wells seemed to know all the facts. Thinking about it Wells seemed to know an awful lot about them, mind you, one did tend to find out a great deal about people when you played squash with them....this being the only activity widely know that you can do with a zombie without it trying to kill you, ad Wells was apt to playing the odd game with anyone willing.

'So, how are we going to get rid of them then? I'm sick of staying on the farm. I have no friends that aren't zombies now. Even Barry, the blacksmith Hare, was taken and he was as prepared for this as us! Our defenses won't last forever, our stocks of odd children's shoes will deplete soon enough.'
Wells looked up from his 4 week old newspaper (luckily that particular weeks sudoku had been particularly challenging), 'Well Nube, it looks like we shall just have to go with plan A..... Open the defenses, lure the zombies into the house using you as bait...lead them into the basement and through the trap door and into the magical zombie holding pen that appeared there earlier today by looking the trapdoor with this mystical padlock and key that the old, wise turkey sold me this morning from the cave of  'How to kill a horde of zombies'  down the creepy ghost riddled lane, this morning'
'Hmm......It all just sounds too easy'
'Yes, well that is probably because you weren't the one going down the creepy ghost riddled lane this morning or bargaining with a turkey for a mystical padlock to a trapdoor that you were sure would be in your basement and therefore didn't know which size to get....'
'Yes, that could be it. Well done Wells and thank you. I shall now step outside and use myself as a scrumptious gingerbread zombie bait to lure 50,000 ravenous zombie animals and farmers into my beloved house'
........and that ladies and gentlemen is what they did. Ridding the kingdom of the perils of zombies until 4 months later when yet another Zeppelin crash landed.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8h1ft0Gqps&feature=related

maybe now you will perpare your dwellings and heed with warning tale......

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Ejga4kJUts&ob=av2e