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Got collaborators 
On a deep sunny knight, I mean night, all the ghosties came out to play. Grub said to Mama Whale,
"I'm a delicious dish!"
"Yes you are," she snuggled him, and fed him Halloween candies to make him giggle.
But one ghostie, all alone, worried and worried and worried. Kept eyes straight ahead, never made a peep. Worried and felt nothing. The sky was breaking into nonsense. They looked at the sky's nonsense and worried.
Mama whale saw nothing but baby and candy, and bent down to pick up a red heart lollipop, but Grub noticed, all of a tither, "Mama, there's a broken sky. It's broken, uhhuuhuu"
Bridget ghostie glided towards the tragedy, a simple, soothing smile following her long nose. She'd draped herself in red, knowing this was perhaps her last chance to catch the ravenous, hungry monster. She wanted to be easily distinguishable as she swirled in the vortex.
