My pen ran out of ink and an ink fairy in the shape of a squid appeared. He said if I let him eat my dinner of shrimp he'd help me out by giving me some ink. The deal smelled kind of fishy, but I needed to finish my homework. So we did it squid pro quo.
Halloween was nearly over, and the zombie was hurrying to get back to her tomb before the sun came up. She was rushing so much, she didn't even notice the headstone was the wrong shape before she got in. It was a grave mistake.