Extra pillows and blankets lay in messy heaps on the floor. Todd and Frankie stood back and admired their handiwork.
“A mighty fine fort, if I do say so myself.” Said Todd with a sniff and a wipe from his index finger under his nose.
“Mighty fine.” Frankie echoed, nodding his head and stroking his imaginary beard. He grabbed the front of his belt around his pants and hoisted them up. “Mmm. Yes.”
Both boys stood in front of the fort before looking at each other and giving their biggest, toothy grins. They raced each other to the entrance of the fort and dove in at the same time, laughing as they landed in a pile of soft, assorted pillows. Frankie picked up one of the flashlights and pointed it at his face.
“SpooOOOooooky story time!” he said in his best ghost voice.
To be continued?
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