An army of ghostes

That's what she calls them ghostes, with the e sounded. Ghostes that come around at Callowe'en. Doesn't matter how many times Ewan tells it's Hallowe'en, H, H, H, Hallowe'en she still says Callowe'en. Maybe I should make a paper chain of inexperienced and immature youths so that it can be a proper Callowe'en.

Anyway, that's my ghostes on the left and Ellen's on the right. I'm a bit annoyed that hers are better than mine. Next time I cut them out for her I'll maybe forget to leave them joined up or take their heads off. Oopseez!