Rearranging

He wiggled the coat, and the pup took the bait. Launching at him and latching onto his paw. "Ahhh! Help! The ghost has me!" He cried, rocking back and away - which of course only brought the attached pup with him. "Ahh, such a strong ghost, I'm doomed!" He cried, and then made a show of looking down at his paw. "Wait a minute, your not a ghost, your a Whisper. How did you get under that coat?" He asked her, as if he didn't know exactly what had happened.


He studied her quizzically for a moment. "Was it magic?" He asked her, voice lowering into a serious whisper. Magic was serious stuff, after all.