It was a dark and stormy night. Mark was walking through the cemetery. Suddenly, he heard a voice cry out, "Mark! Mark!"
Pretending not to let it bother him, he pulled his coat a little tighter and kept walking.
Again the voice said, "Mark! Mark!"
That did it. Mark took off full speed and didn't stop till he was well outside the cemetery gate. As he stopped to catch his breath, the moon broke through the clouds enough so he could see what had been following him.
It was a dog with a speech impediment.
