Literature
Funky Phantom: Mudsy at Mardi Gras Ch. 3
The next morning, Brooke Masterson woke up, and suddenly remembered that Mudsy, the Funky Phantom, was sleeping near her, in an old armchair, and keeping guard, just in case. Thankfully, the cautious ghost didn’t have to do anything, since nothing seemed to happen, during the night. “Another calm night,” Brooke sighed, to herself. “But it’s results day, today, and I bet Mudsy wants to see. “Mudsy,” she coaxed, putting on her robe. “Time to get up, Colonial man.” At that, Mudsy slowly woke up, and yawned, “H-Huh…? “Wha-...?” he mumbled. “What time is it…?” “Wake up, sleepyhead,” Brooke chuckled. “It’s morning.” “Ooh…” Mudsy yawned, sitting up, and stretching, before realizing where he was. “Oh, good morning, Brooke, you’re a lovely sight, for sleepy eyes.” “Well, rise and shine,” Brooke smiled, as Boo stretched, and yawned, himself. “It’s results day for the King Cake baking competition, today. “In the meantime, I better get to work with makin’ breakfast.” she sighed. “And I’ll brew the