Farmers in China

It stood there with an eight inch lift and roared like a lion. In it were Joe and Randal, Jasper's most white trashiest rednecks. These good ol' boys were looking for a ghostly adventure, as in they looked like ghost or as we come to know Klan's men. They tore up the country side drinking that shine and spitting grime. They dumped smoke turning onto county road 343 and rolled right past their Friday night special....a Klan rally. Joe and Randal hopped out of the truck and got suited up. First their robes, second their belt, and toped it off with a crisp pointed white hat. As the branches and twigs broke under their feet, Joe and Randal joined the rally and screamed "White Power" as if it was the last thing they'll do. Joe took the honor of lighting the kerosene smothered cross, as he striked the match his white mask comes off. A sudden silence comes and all the Klan's men turn and look, these weren't any Klan's men these were ghost from the past, souls who gathered to worship what they were proud of. A loud roar came from the woods and in came the black panthers. As Joe and Randal take off running they are closely followed by the ghosts who are in desperate need of claiming another proud soul. Joe and Randal come to an open pasture where the moon shines bright, as they find cover they hear the stomping of paws, Black Panther paws. Then ropes, ropes around the neck. They are hung from the willow tree. Never to be found again. But rumor has it that every October 31, Joe Dirt and Randal Dirt come and haunt the lonely county road. They are out there, wanting revenge on anyone who lays rubber on the gravel road. But remember when the screamed white power... that was for no reason because it was their last time. So beware, jasper isn't a place to be happy, it's a place to be on guard. Be afraid... their out to get you and show you off high on that willow tree. Your soul is theirs.