witch, and she’s up to no good. I’m
going to find out. Want to help?”
He did. Keeping a safe distance,
Molly and Hector followed the Very
Wicked Witch home from Village
Hall. She walked through a dense
forest to a small cottage covered in ivy.
Molly tiptoed to the window and
put her nose to the glass. Through the
grime she could just make out the Very
Wicked Witch standing in her living
room, facing a row of dolls.
“I need to practice,” the witch
muttered. A witch’s mutter is like
thunder, so Molly and Hector heard
clearly. “This is a new spell for me.”
She cleared her throat.
“People!” she cackled. “I’m not
just playing a witch. I am the Very
Wicked Witch! And I’m going to
turn you all into newts!”
She lifted her wand. It fizzed and
buzzed. Sparks flew.
The dolls were gone. Where they
had been was a gaggle of newts.
“Oh no!” Molly whispered.
“That’s her plan!”
The Very Wicked Witch turned
to the window. Like all witches, she
had exceptional hearing.
“You!” she snarled.
Molly shoved Hector out of sight.
“Yes. And I’m going to stop you!”
“Riiiight,” the Very Wicked
Witch said. “Of course you are.”
She pointed her wand and spoke.
Brambles twisted around Molly’s
ankles. The thorns bit into her legs.
“Ow!”Mollysaid. “That hurts!”I beg your
pardon!We are not
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