There were moral decriptitudes about the guy. A made up word but a made up word all the same. He always had that look in his eye and a trickster this magician. He’d lay at the ground for any flat of a laugh, it if it meant taking it.
One day,
His hat fell off his rack and The Old Man goes “oh it’s Nothing.”
And Death came for the trickster in stealth.
And even The Old Man made Death stumble for a laugh.
He cheated with the feather in his hand and tickled Death’s Nose.
So he never gave up the spirit and lingers around the world a ghost and has the tricks of the most, now.
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