But Barry was concerned Why would so many cats show up in Marshfield Grove The cats didn’t look like anyone’s pets None of them had collars They didn’t look very well-fed And some of them seemed nasty Barry took out the small notepad HERE LIES MARTIN MCFLY 1788 1855
he kept in his pocket He recorded his thoughts Saturday October 4 6:27 p.m. We almost never see cats in Marshfield Grove Today there are at least a dozen Cats in the Grove scrawny and mean More cats in one place than I've ever seen Barry thought of himself as the king of stupid poems He’d written hundreds of them Many of the poems were about 12
scary things that had happened to him in this cemetery He’d had run ins with ghosts and zombies He’d confronted vampires and goblins in the town’s other graveyards Barry and his friends lived on the edge of Marshfield’s four cemeteries They had formed a team called the Zombie Hunters Together they battled spirits and solved mysteries too They held strategy meetings to talk about their adventures Barry liked to share his ideas with the group But he never shared his 13
