http://www.scifi.com/scifiction/classics/classics_archive/wellman2/wellman21.html
"Then it reached out its right hand with finger bones the size of table knives, and laid hold on a young tree and yanked it out by the roots, without air much a-trying. It stood and tore off branches, easy as you'd peel the shucks from an ear of corn. It made itself a club thataway, and hiked it over the low skull and moved to close in on me again."
John, with a shovel, some courage, and some Zatannaesque lateral thinking deals with a skeleton monster.
3.5 out of 5
Monday, April 09, 2007
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