"Look out!" Pickles and Piper tried to dive out of the way but it was too late, the three boys knocked them flat and kept on running.
"What the heck was that?" cried Piper.
"I don't know, but when I catch up with them, they'll regret the day they nearly killed us.
Before they were able to pick themselves off the ground, a black buggy with a wild looking horse came blasting around the corner. The girls screamed, and rolled out of the way just in the nick of time.
"What the???" cried Pickles. "That freaking Amish nearly killed us!"
Pickles was fuming. Her face was even redder than her bright red hair, which is saying something.
"Let's get 'em, Piper!"
Pickles shot down the road like a bullet. Suddenly she realised that she was running alone.
"What the heck are you doing back there? They're getting away!"
Piper was still sitting in the same place looking stunned.
"Piper?" called Pickles. She'd finally come to her senses enough to realise Piper must have gotten hurt.
"Crap!" she said, and raced back to see if Piper was ok.
"Should I call an ambulence? Your mom? Your dad? The vet?" Pickles was beginning to panic. She wasn't exactly known for being the best person in a crisis situation.
Piper still sat quiet and white as a sheet.
"Ok, Piper, you're scaring the crap out of me. Say something." Pickles was reaching ultimate panic stage.
Piper slowly looked over at her. "Didn't you see the driver of the buggy?" she asked quietly.
"No, I was too busy trying to keep from dying."
"I swear. He looked like he was part zombie."
Pickles wasn't sure what to say. Unlike herself, Piper wasn't one to exaggerate. "Are you sure?"
Piper looked at her a bit irritated. "No, Pickles. I always go around seeing zombies. It's a side-effect from our last mystery with the zombie Clowns."
"Sorry. It's just, how on earth could there be zombie Amish?"
"How on earth could there be zombie clowns!" replied Piper. "No, wait. That actually makes sense." Piper thought a bit more. "Come to think of it, it makes sense about the Amish too. They creep me out."
Normally Pickles would have argued with her about the Amish creeping her out, but looking at the state of her friend, she decided not to.
Piper was finally coming to her senses. "Hey, wait! I'm pretty certain I saw a piece of flesh fly out of the buggy. Maybe we can find it!"
Piper and Pickles searched along the road. Suddenly, Pickles caught sight of what could be a piece of rotted flesh. She made a run for it. Unfortunately, a crow saw it at the same time.
"Get back here you stupid bird! That's evidence!" cried Pickles, as she dashed after the two-winged criminal.
"Drats!" said Pickles, disappointed beyond words. "I guess we'll never know what it was. But it did look like the piece of flesh Zaboo brought home that time."
"Well, if we ever see any zombie birds, I guess we'll know how they go infected." said Piper.
"Depending on how old the flesh is," reminded Pickles.
"Yeah, but that's some pretty fresh flesh," said Piper.
Pickles started laughing. "Try saying that three times real fast."
"Pretty fresh fless. Pretty flush fresh. Pretty...forget it." laughed Piper.
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