In the world of Esperanna there lay a small

In the world of Esperanna there lay a small boy, pocket knife in hand, staring up at the clouds. As he grabbed his glider he noticed

it was missing its wings. "Damn my stupid sister!" he shouted to the clouds. "There's gonna be a knife fight tonight!" He stomped on his glider and ran toward the house brandishing

a sack cadaver glads which he swung like a mace from his glider, the grey fluid splattered the porch and while he charged into the house his dog licked the steps.

"Good," he thought, "that would have been a bitch to clean up." The dog let out one last howl as it died of poisoning. "Now THIS is easy to clean up!"

He stared at the poisoned dog corpse for a while, then frowned. Wait, this wasn't easy to clean up at all. The dying mutt had vomited profusely, was now inedible, and was huge. He

pulled out a hefty bag, used a snow shovel and sprayed the area with Lysol. The ghoul then hauled the ex-canine to the dumpster. The ghost of the dog followed.

The ghoul turned to the ghost of the dog and attacked it with a otherworldly beam of black snot which it shot from its nose. Now that the dog and the ghost of the dog was dead

, all that remained was the cat. But how was the ghoul going to deal with it? He couldn't just repeat what he did the last time. The ghoul reached for

a glass vase and began to levitate it, trying to scare the cat. "Woo!" the ghoul moaned. "Wooo!" But the cat only stared through him with two wide eyes, not budging an inch.