Main idea and subject verb

UNBURIED

I LIVE IN WHAT my family wife and i like to think of as a safe neighborhood. Recent, however, at a house just up the street, I have noticed disturbing evidence of possible criminal activity, or at the very least, a violation of local zoning laws. What stopped me short one morning as i was walking our dog was the sight of a “human” corpse smashed up againts the front of this house. I put the word in quotation marks because i’m not quite sure to what category the poor dead creature belongs.

It was as flat as a pancake and had evidently hit the house at a high rate of speed. To me, it appeared to be a witch. Among the seasonal decorations at the house – a plastic pumpkin , a sheaf of indian corn, a silhouette of a black cat arching its back- this grisl, flatened body, with a witch’s hat still in place and a broom also stuck to the siding, sent a shudder of revolusion mixed with pity down my spine. One could picture the accident all too clearly. A young witch, hardly more than a child, is flying too fast on her broom, then : crash ! the little arms outstretched on either side, the green fingers spread in a hopeless last minute attempt to soften the impact, were enough to break your heart.

The negligence of the homeowner was ll the more shocking because he (or she) happened to have a cemetery in the front yard. Small, gray, palstic tombstones announced that the frankenstein, Dracula, and the wolf man were all interred  there. Surely it would not be too much to hope that the unlucky little witch be given a decent burial as well, even if she was not a celebrity.   

            One of the mourners who was visiting the cemetary, a lanky young fellow who wore a hockey mask and carried a chainsaw, stood unmoving, as if in shock, beside the wolf man’s grave . “ Did you know him?” i asked quitely. The grief-stricken fellow did not reply.

            A troubling detail about the grave of Dracula caught my eye. It was a skeletal arm reaching out of the wellmanicured lawn. If dracula had in fact been buried alive, as the skeleton arm seemed to suggest, that made a certain amount of unfortunate sense; when you spend your days lying in a coffin, you do run the risk of this kind of mixup. But how did no one see the arm waving in the air after it had laboriously burst throught the sod ? and why was it ignored, waving and waving, ever more slowly, until death finally arrived, blessedly, for the supposedly deathless vampire ? Rigor mortis then set in, followed by weeks and months of rot and decay and scavenging by local animals until the bones of the arm were all that remained. What kind of clueless home owners could fail to notice such a hideous process taking place on their own front lawn ? 

No	Subject	Verb
1.	I	Think
2.	Me	Walking
3.	1	Put
4.	It	Hit
5.	To me	To be
6.	It	Sent
7.	A young witch	Flying
8.	The little arms	break
9.	The negligence	to have
10.	Small, gray, palstic tombstones	announced
11.	It	Hope
12.	One of the mourners	Wore
13.	A lanky young	Carried a chainsaw, stood unmoving
14.	I	Asked
15.	Dracula	Buried
16.	You	Spend
17.	The arm	Waving
18.	Rigor Mortis	rot and decay
19.	Home owners	Taking

The main idea = The word bold