The Ghost Baby of Tamarama

All he wanted was the chicken nuggets.
Josie Brown had it all planned out. He was going to run into the Organic Food Store next to his house, get his dinner, and eat it while laying on his bed, listening to Los Campesinos! blaring through his ear buds.
It was going to be a perfectly, uneventful night.
Except it wasn't.
When he got to the Organic Food Store, he could see the problem immediately. There were great tubs of rutabagas, potatoes, and aisles of star fruit, passion fruit, and rock melons, but there was scarcely any meat, even though they advertised their great butcher shop, finest cuts of meat, and fresh-from-the-sea fish counter.
Josie didn't see any chicken breasts, or lamb chops, or chunky stew beef, nor any whole monk fish, barramundi, or lobsters squirming in the big tank. There were rows of empty meat fridges and there were heaps of ice on the fish counter, but nothing sitting on top, not a single clam or mussel.
And certainly, no chicken nuggets at the deli counter.
