HO HO HO
"Look mom! A shooting star!" The young Yorkshire lass chimes, pointing up at the starry sky, her mouth gaped open with awe.
"Aye, that's nice love, now come in, you'll catch a cold..."
The girl tugs her humongous sweater to her nose and trots in.
"I thought I told ye' not to wear my stuff..." her mother chuckles, only to be interrupted by a loud bang.
"W-what was that!?" She cries, hurrying outside, unaware her daughter was following her.
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Meanwhile, the "Shooting star" lay burning in a crop. A slither of black slime trickles outwards, heading for the first humanoid host, engulfing it.... Wait... This one doesn't feel right. A shriek alerts him from the distance, not because they saw him, but the crater of his ship. He slinks towards them in his new "body" and grins, snatching the adult first... His slimed belly groans, bulging with his first catch. The little girl stares with horror, the scarecrows eye gleaming in the fire. "I like your sweater...." he snarls. And GULP.
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Pumpkiin
