This morning, Oliver told me that all of the ghosts and zombies and skeletons are "under his command." All except one.
"Which one isn't under your command?" I asked. Inquiring minds want to know.
"The ghost of a tiny bit of cheese."
"Oh. Well, what does the ghost of a tiny bit of cheese do?"
He paused for just a moment. "It runs away from the mouse ghost..."
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