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I have this idea about a rampaging turnip with a long knife.
Seemingly harmless, it rests during the daytime on the counter, watching daytime serials on the kitchen television. Overhearing that its mistress is intent on boiling him the next morning, the turnip's consciousness is awakened.
That night, the turnip falls off the kitchen counter. Bruised, yet determined to carry out its grisly task, the turnip stalks its mistress into the bedroom and slashes her throat. Basking in blood-lust, the turnip rolls around in the blood, shrieking incoherently with maniacal laughter.
I discarded this idea because I couldn't figure out how the turnip could hold a knife or shriek.
Don
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