Danger

It slunk down from the attic (through the walls) to meet the others in the basement. "Are you all right?" the kitchen poltergeist asked, drawing near. "I felt for you on the second floor and didn't find you." "Uh ... well ... about that," it began. "Also ... forgive me ... you're dusty and smell like ancient artifacts," it mouthed (in a way that could be seen and also heard). It sighed. "In the end, I couldn't do it. I just ... wasn't up to the challenge ... wouldn't have survived," it whispered. "Is she FORMIDABLE?!?" the thing in the garage spat out, drawing back in alarm. "Is she DANGEROUS?!?" "Is she steeped in LORE - CAPABLE OF DARK MAGICKS?!?" They reacted, afraid. "No, no, it's none of that," the attic slinker comforted. "It's just that ... she's ... the littlest one ... and she's so cute, it burns. It BURNS." And they all nodded in support, remembering their first under-the-bed assignment and shuddering.