The Possum Chronicles: The Haunting


We’re at the dinner table. The girls have been making ridiculous feather masks; one of these peeks around the corner.

(A little Possum face peeks after it).

“Booooooo! I’m a ghooooost!”

“Eek, a ghost!”

“What is your naaaaaaame?!”

“My name is Mommy.”

“My name is Aliciaaaaaa! How are you doooooing? Are you goooood?”

And we suddenly realize… we are haunted by the spirit of congeniality.


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