As the moon began to rise over L. Ron Hubbard way, the Little Fakir® put on his own fright mask and joined the parade of the zombies at this year's monster event. Hundreds of living embodiments of the dead, bodies out of the shop as if in a Ghoulden Age, moved in lock step in the street. On and on they come, chanting in a tone somewhere between failure and dying, "The planet is ours. We're moving in. The planet is ours. We're moving in. The planet is ours. We're moving in." Well the planet might not be theirs quite yet, but the L. Ron Hubbard Way certainly is. The Little Fakir® was so delighted. "Life minus thought!" he ejaculated. If you find the Little Fakir, e-mail us, gerry@gerryarmstrong.org, and tell us where you found him. Every e-mail that correctly identifies where the Little Fakir was found will be posted to the Usenet newsgroup alt.religion.scientology and submitted to the Find the Little Fakir® Contest I/C for a chance to win the Big Prize®.