by Rhys Hughes
I met a ghost in the forest. I was so scared, I
jumped out of my skin. Therefore my skeleton was exposed. But this ghost had a
phobia of skeletons. My skeleton terrified him. His ghost skeleton jumped out
of his ghost skin in fright. And my skeleton began chasing his ghost skin.
“Come back!” I cried, but my skeleton ignored me.
Disobedient bones! The ghost skeleton looked at my skin. He smiled and I nodded
briskly. This nod was an invitation. The ghost skeleton climbed inside my skin.
Not a perfect fit, but good enough. I continued my journey.
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