Mayb there's a ghost

It's a quiet saturday morn with my cheeky daughter. We had bfast in the kitchen and when I finished mine I threw my limp body on the sofa and started potating (doing nothing while slouching to grow virtual roots). Both of us decided to hop over to the provision shop at the neighbouring condo. Once we returned home, I found the loaf of bread next to the sink (I left it on the table actually before i headed out of the door) and the plastic bread wrapper had a huge ripped off kind of hole. My rash instinct is to summon her majesty the cheekiness and demanded an explanation for the position of the loaf of bread and the hole in its wrapper. Many rounds of questioning - to no avail - her majesty cried and said she dont know what had happened to that wrapper and that bread.

Maybe got ghost lor.... I said.

I released her from her position.

I live opposite the reserve and just outside my kitchen is this coconut tree which is often visited by squirrels, medium sized geckos, funny looking parrot-like birds.... so the best guess I could make is that one of these 'ghosts' could have hopped into my kitchen to chew open the bread wrapper. The clues....? .... grey ink-like patches round my white kitchen sink.

Or mayb really got ghost... who eats bread... hiak! hiak! hiak!!