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and the Village Play
by Mark Gartside Art by Rupert van Wyk
HE VERY WICKED Witch sat at her gnarled breakfast table and chuckled.
At least, she made a sound that she thought was a chuckle. To you or me it would
have sounded like sandpaper scraping on a rock.
But the Very Wicked Witch had not earned her status as the wickedest witch
in all of England by worrying about how her chuckle sounded. She had earned it
by devising wicked plans. Very wicked
plans. And she had a new one.
The Very Wicked Witch had
a problem. Every time she went out,
people ran away screaming. It was
her black hat, pointy nose, and warty
green face. They gave her away. It
made her plans very hard to put into
practice.
One day, the Very Wicked Witch
got a leaflet in the mail. It read:T
CALLING ALL ACTORS!
The Village Players are putting on
Hansel and Gretel
Casting Friday, 10 AM,
Village Halltext © 2019 by Mark Gartside, art © 2019 by Rupert van Wyk
Attend! Wait!
Ziss pie eez too big
for my oven!Don’t fret.
Sam’s got this.We’ll use these gnarled—
bent and twisted—sticks
that fell off the tree to
fire it up!Start it hot.
Preheat to
450 degrees.