“It’s supposed to,” the Very
Wicked Witch said. “I have to go.
I’ll deal with you later.”
And off she went.
Molly thought of her friends. Her
mum and dad. Her little brother. All
about to be newts. It was unbearable.
Apart from her brother. He deserved
it. In fact, newt was probably too
good for him. The witch should
turn him into a worm.
Then Hector appeared, holding
some garden shears. “Found these
in her shed,” he said. “And two bikes.”
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Molly and Hector pedaled furiously.
There were only minutes until the
play started. When they arrived at
Village Hall they rode straight
through the double doors.
“Stop!” Molly shouted. “Everybody
out of here, now!”
Molly’s mum stood up. “Molly!”
she said. “What on earth is going on?”
“The witch is real, and she’s
going to turn you all into newts!”
Onstage, a tall figure with a
green faceanda pointy nose
stepped out of the shadows.
The Very Wicked Witch waved
her wand and the doors swung shut.
“You will make good newts,” she
cackled.
“You can’t turn us into newts!”
Molly said, remembering the words
thewitchhadmutteredwhen facing
I’ll cut the top crust
in strips!To make a
lattice top.Si, like a basket weave.
Wowzers!