Naya was totally confused. One minute they were making cornfields and painting dummies and hoisting the moon toward the imaginary sky. The next minute, they were gathering in a circle and preparing to tell ghost stories. All that they were missing was a campfire. This was definitely not what she had expected to happen in class.

Holding on to her flashlight, cloak and mask, she joined her classmates as the story was beginning. This was going to be interesting. They were making up the story as they went along. Ok. She could do this.......maybe. Naya tried to think of what she knew about the bubak......something that she could weave into this ever evolving story.

When it was her turn, Naya began to speak. “The full moon was shining on the children and the bubak wondered which one he should eat first.”