[lonnarin]

*a grizzled old farmer signs the petition*

Yessirree-Bob, that Darkstorme's a strange feller. Come rollin inter town last week, says he was here lookin fer ah place tah stay. Well me n th'missus set him up with our elder boy's room fer th'night, fixed him bacon'eggs in da mornin. Well wouldn't ya jus' knowit, then all tha sudden all sorts ah evil hit th'town. Ol Bessie started givin sour milk, da moon turn all halloween orange-like, dogs n cats livin tergether, total madness. Why jus' last weekend ah sees mah pet goldfish Barnie rise from th'grave, buried out yonder in that thar pet cemetary what once was an injun burial mound... poor lil feller couldna do much but flop on da floor, and we dun told him not tah hike up that road! Jus ain right, that un. Ah think tha grue bit 'im.