“Why would that witch Sally Juno leave me a present?” Launa puzzled, shaking the festive box. “I broke her broom!”
It lost rigidity, colorful paper crumpling. A scowling sheet ghost shape remained, topped with a red ribbon bow and floating.
“Oh no, wrathing paper!”
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