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Page 117 You stop startled as something- a small animal-runs from behind a bush and disappears behind a large tombstone. You climb up on the base of the tombstone and peer over the top. Looking up at you is a large black cat with a white-tipped tail. You grab it and look at the tag fastened to its collar. By the light of the moon you can read the name-ZIGGY. Suddenly the cat leaps out of your arms. As you stand up to see where it runs, a scream cuts the air. Turning, you see a figure that fades from view as the moon slips behind a cloud. Three’s no doubt in your mind-it’s a ghost! The moon returns, shining dimly through a veil of clouds on the figure walking toward you- //“Jenny!”// you call. She runs up. “Oh, I thought you were a ghost!” “I was hunting ghosts,” you say, “but I’m glad I found you instead.” Same here,” says Jenny. “I’ve had enough of this business for tonight. I stopped by Mrs. Brewster’s house. Her cat died last week and she claims the cat’s ghost is haunting her house. What a silly woman.” “What was the cat’s name?” you ask. Jenny looks puzzled. “Why, I don’t remember. Oh, yes, now I do- it was Ziggy.” “Guess what, Jenny?” you say. “I think I caught a ghost tonight.” The End