“Now Fred was tired of no one hearing. This place, so horribly spick-and-span, no longer felt like home. his beloved dust – gone. His squeaks and leaks – gone. His cobwebs – gone. Who had invited these munchers and clankers? They needed to go!
And before you could say “hungry ghosts gobble air,” Fred began to moan. Ooooooo. He tossed the gumbo. Splat! He juggled the crawfish…The diners cheered.”