Cosima glanced up at the shelf where she kept her bottles of medicinal pills.
“That’s funny,” she thought. “They’re all empty. There were pills in those bottles yesterday.”
And then she heard it… a faint whimper; more of a pianissimo shriek. It came from behind the…
Oh my God! OH MY GOD! THERE! OH MY GOD!
And to think, the day had started out as an ordinary Friday.
Listen the story being read HERE!
Weave a Web 
Oh my god, oh my god – where? What? Eeeeeeeeeeek!!
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Yikes! Thanks!
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The ghosts ate all of Cosima’s pills and now they have a boo-boo…….
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Boo-hoo!
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I hate it when that happens!
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LOL! Agreed! It’s a bitter pill indeed!
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Ghosts and ghouls are really such pills!
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They’re worse than genies in a bottle.
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Mmm…a cat ate them? Her three year old? The possibilities are endless. And then maybe the eater turns into something that goes bump in the night, in keeping with the season!
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The answer perhaps is hiding… behind the door….
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But my, so much mystery and suspense packed into five little lines. This Treat has truely turned into quite the Trick!
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Thanks, Oscar. And I’m not even wearing my costume!
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Apparently, pills appreciate where they are now!
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LOL!
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