The Howling Ghost

He stubbed his toe, the elders said. He is howling and wailing to wake the dead. He is not a werewolf, I argued with them. He is a ghost, my little cousin, Clem. He is being ridiculous the uncles roared. Their blood pressure was up, it truly soared. We cannot get him to quit screaming Aunt Tootie reported. I did what I had to do to get this conversation aborted. He is a GHOST I told them all sternly and mean. This whole thing is a really implausible scene. Because, you weirdos, think farther than your nose. There has never been a ghost who had any toes!