Tippy kept a home for the ghosts of small pets. When the Jehovah’s Witness knocked on her door and saw Boogers the rat run through her ankle, he passed out cold.
She brought him inside, and, shooing away the ethereal birds from the couch, set him down. He woke up to a cup of tea, a biscuit and a surly specter guinea pig named Horace.
“I don’t understand,” he said, as a non-corporeal boa tried to wrap around the sofa leg. “Why…?”
“It’s easy for little lives to be forgotten,” she said. “Someone needs to remind them of their importance.”
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