tiny sketch no. 5

16 July 2009

Finchley Stump was completely sure a ghost has moved into the dining room. There had been clattering and eerie giggles the entire evening. Just then a drawn out moan whirled down the hall and made his feathers stand on end. "Ugh," thought Finchely, "ghosts are such a bother." But as he was a duck and not a chicken, he shut his eyes and quickly opened the door. On the floor in a heap of crumbs and stickiness, lay not a ghost, but his sister Maude. "Could you please ring the doctor?" she whimpered. "There has been a sweets and tea overload."