Rearranging

"Well, that's not good. What are we going to do about that?" He asked, placing his paw carefully on the ground. The young pup was still very much attached to it. He shuffled a few steps forward, carrying her up into the air, and then down again.  Bringing them closer to the coat that had fallen on her, and the shelving that held the rest.


He surveyed the mess and tilted his head to the side. "A ghost in the coats would be a disaster. You reckon we need to tell it to shoo?" He asked Whisper. "Let's do it together, on the count of three as loud as you can, okay?" He instructed her. He gave her a moment to agree, and then started counting.