It was a DARK and Stormy night, with an ominous CHILL in the air. I was walking past the local graveyard, when at once I was accosted by a GHOST~like figure with a suspicious STUTTER.
In a rush, I tried politely to avoid having to deal with him, but, alas, it was to no avail. The ground around him was suspiciously WET. He asked me if I were willing to take a taste of some of his GRANNY SMITH APPLES.
I’ve often heard warnings of these WISPY spectres. They tend to STRIKE. It would be the height of INSIPIENCE to trust them.
Attempting to REPRESS an “Oh, no,” I politely humored him. Everyone knows how dangerous it is to accept the offer of an apple from a character of his ilk. There’s no bigger DRAG than to be subject to that kind of intoxication.
I’ve often heard warnings of these WISPY spectres. They tend to STRIKE in a toxic manner. It would be the height of INSIPIENCE to trust them. Upon noticing one, it would be wise merely to SHOG past it and to keep moving.
Welcome back to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s WORDLE #139 .