Wherein conspirators congregate beneath a tree.  

Deliver poison to our inbox: [email protected]  

Slip a dagger into our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we weigh dolls against jum-jills.  

Follow the tunnel to our cave dwelling: [email protected]  

Roll around our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).   

Wherein we deduce, “who dun it.”  

Point a finger at our inbox: [email protected] 

Draw up a suspect list from our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we encounter a monster in the mist.  

Oil our oarlocks: [email protected] 

Get sucked into our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we meet Zorro at the door for an atomic cookie treat.  

Walk through the desert to our inbox: [email protected]  

Snatch us up on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we pitch a tent and take the plunge.  

Send us a missive only your mother could love: [email protected] 

Camp out on our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we work and rework traveling logistics.  

Tell us where to place our donkey: [email protected]  

Meet your traveling companions on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein our stitching falls away.  

Show us your hand: [email protected] 

Track our Facebook page through the swamp (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we eat, and we eat. 

Stuff our inbox: [email protected] 

Trample our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).   

Wherein we place a long-distance call.  

Travel to our inbox: [email protected]  

Plug in to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).