Unearthed

As the festivities at the factory wound down and people waddled or rolled out of its gates, they would hear what sounded like a large funeral procession leading deeper into the woods. Those who were curious would find themselves following a procession of danding furries who were wearing very convincing skeleton costumes. They would find themselves at a large expanse of orange and black tents near the train tracks well beyond the edge of town. The coffin they hauled was dropped at the front entrance, and a white dragon clawed his way out with a smile on his face. Sweeping dirt and bugs from his aged atire before it was replaced in an instant at the snap of his fingers. A few people clapped at his emergence, and he took a bow.