I recall the time that I was slowly trudging toward my house, lugging a bag of corn, when, inexplicably, chills ran down my spine. Then the silence was shattered by the sounds of thundering wings. I looked up.....
The vampire monkey was upon me! With little time to react, I dropped the bag of corn and flipped my pitchfork straight up. The monkey became entangled in the tines, several of them penetrating his body and sticking out his back. He grabbed the outer tines and started pulling himself off the pitchfork, and he looked mad as hell.
By that time I was running like hell toward my garlic vat. (very fortunate to own one of those.) Just as I reached the vat, the screaming vampire monkey had reached the tops of the tines and his wings began to spread.
I just barely managed to tip him into the vat before he became free from the tines.
He was vaporized.
I headed back toward the house and picked up my bag of corn.