THE HAUNTED FOOTY
No one believed me when I found the haunted footy. It was in the grass on the side of the oval and when I picked it up and kicked it it grubbed straight through the goal posts. I was rapt. I’d never kicked such a good grubber before.
I whooped with delight. Then I turned around and there standing before me was an ancient spectre, brown and crumbling wit…
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