TheCapstone said:
That story is a cover up, for in truth Jerry Duncan shot him.
Close, but no cigar. The real story is much more frightening. You see, smokey was walking along, minding his own business, when he cam across this huge orange chair. It looked comfy, so smokey hopped on up and took a little nap. Unfortunately for smokey, this was no ordinary chair. It belonged to the sinister great pumpkin, who eats donuts like breath mints, devouring every crumb of food in his path. The great pumpkin can't see his own feet, in fact he can't see what's below eye level for a good eight feet. Smokey never had a chance. He was squashed like a stale twinkie under the weight of the great pumpkin, who never felt a thing.
Poor, poor smokey.
