Rearranging

Whisper giggled as her grandpa pulled back with her attached to his leg. She had a wide toothy grin on her face when he looked down and realised it was her. When he asked how she managed to get under the coat though, her face grew serious and she looked back to the pile of coats on the ground. “I's tryna help, but the ghost pushed'em on me! Or maybe magic, but probably ghosts.” She seemed quite cross with whatever had happened, and she certainly wasn't loosening her grip on the much larger wolf either, like a fluffy white bracelet, she refused to let go, just in case the ghosts tried to bury her in more blankets and coats. “Gotta tell'em SHOO! No ghosts go away!”

“Speech”