Toasted Marsh Ghosts

let’s toast some ghosts, the witch said to me. Her hair was as red as the devil’s sea. I had no words, but wondered what she meant. when I saw it, I was lost in wonderment. You are really toasting ghosts! I exclaimed. I told you she said to me, her hair inflamed. The ghosts were booing, hissing, and stuff. She said “they blubber, but I can huff.” I was amazed at her ability to do what she did. Out in the open, showing everyone. What a kid! Do you eat them too? I asked, kind of intrigued. I am not a cannibal! She told me. Not a bad seed. Why do you toast them? I asked her, wanting to know. They love it, she told me. It helps them so…. They cannot boo as hard when they are pristine. I do it to be helpful; it is not a bit mean.