We have an elephantom.
We have a what?
An elephant phantom. Elephantom.
This ghost is becoming quite the nuisance. He keeps the girl awake at night with his antics, eats all the peanut butter, and invites his rowdy friends over on Friday nights. The poor girl is frazzled out. (Plus, her room really stinks from all the elephantom-dung!)
So she turns to her family for help.
No, not her parents. They don't seem to notice anything's amiss.
Grandma. Yes, Grandma believes her. And she knows just who to ask for help.
Purveyor of Oddities.
How will clever Mr. Spectral help the girl with her elephantom problem?
A light and quick read for those lazy afternoons. By the way, do you know why Grandma believes the girl? Cos she also has a few phantom pets of her own! It always tickles me how precious grandparents are, both in reality and fiction.
This reminds me of the times my sisters, cousins and I "rode" on Grandma's sofa cushions, pretending they were horses and we were in some pugilistic adventure.
We slayed a few villains and rescued innocent folks from great harm. We were quite the warriors. Grandma didn't join us, of course. But she prepared hot chocolate (milo drinks) and lemon biscuits for our tea afterwards.
Great times. Can you recall any fond or imaginative moments with your grandparents? What are/were they like?
That's it for me. Have a fabulous week ahead, guys!
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I can see this ghost, Leo. Good chap.
He lived by himself in a nice house. He read and drew in the dust. When a family moved into his house one day, Leo made mint tea and honey toast. He wanted to be a good host.
The family? Ye...a, they didn't think so. They freaked out and tried to get rid of the ghost.
Saddened, Leo left. He wandered the streets and was ignored by everyone. Until he met a little girl, Jane.
Jane stared right at him and asked if he wanted to play.
Ah, and so the story ends?
Oh, not quite.
Jane wanted to play-pretend. She talked about invisible crowns, invisible guests, invisible feasts. Leo couldn't see them but he played along. He pretended they existed.
She turned to Leo. "My mom doesn't think imaginary friends are worthwhile. But I think you're great."
Leo was in a dilemma. If he told her he was not an imaginary friend but a ghost (a real ghost!), it would scare his only friend away.
That night, a thief snuck into Jane's house. Only Leo saw him ...
How would Leo catch the thief? If he told Jane the truth ~ that he was a ghost, how would she take it?
Imaginary friends are real friends, too, and most worthwhile, don't you think? It's understandable that Leo was worried about telling Jane the truth. It was a truth that could bear some distortion. Ghosts, imaginary friends ... Who would've blown the whistle on him? Nobody. He could've gone on pretending.
But that's Leo ~ frank, clever, unimposing. I admire that. Read about him soon! And while you're at it, have some tea and honey toast.
Since I can't, without feeling silly, ask if you'll ever be good friends with a ghost, I'll ask about food instead. My recent Sunday breakfasts are cinnamon toast with milky coffee-tea (we call it 'yuan yang' over here ~ tea with a slosh of coffee or the other way round). Tell me about your meal pairings!
I'm glad I found this book at the library. The ghost-subject floats very well down to next week, where I'll be featuring an exciting middle-grade novel by my two closest, unimaginary blogger/writer friends, Jess and Stephanie. (Yes, there will be a ghost, but it won't be quite as sweet and friendly ...) See you next week!
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