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Michael
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Sep 02, 2014 04:23PM
Catching the witch in a very bad mood, she offered to trade me a thimble in exchange for something of value.
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"Give me one reason why I shouldn't turn you into a frog!" she bellowed in her fit of rage.
Mrs Lindley lived across the road and worked for the Bureau of Witch Investigation, but unfortunately she wasn't around, and her house looked closed.
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One of the pheasants turned his head and whispered, "Take her umbrella!"
I picked up the umbrella, and looking around furtively, edged slowly towards the door, umbrella hidden behind me.
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It was a pack of Beagles galloping down the road baying loudly
The Witch's cat screeched and the witch dropped the phone.
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I tripped over the umbrella still clutched behind me.
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Knowing I had to get the umbrella to safety I was glad when I a horseless carriage drew up beside me.
A skeletal hand reached out and pulled me inside the carriage while the witch tried to escape the pack of beagles.
Struggling to get my balance inside the swiftly moving carriage, I espied the bony visage of Professor Schoneburger.
He was perched on the edge of the fountain in the village square as I clattered past in the carriage, umbrella still clutched in my hand.
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It became a bit of a wrestle - me tugging on the hooked wooden handle, while the umbrella threatened to become spearlike in its desire to leap from the carriage - almost as if it the umbrella was possessed!
"Papa!" squeaked the umbrella in a little boy's voice, and with a shock of recognition I remembered why Professor Schoneburger was so often found moping by the fountain.
I recalled how it was rumoured that many years ago, Professor Schoneburger's youngest child, a little 5 year old boy, had been seen being led away from the town by a cloaked figure.
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I regarded him blankly - "But I was going to borrow a thimble off the witch, and she never gave it to me."
Not that thimble, THAT one, and he pointed to....
a small shiny object that clearly was not a thimble, but actually a miniature...
Bobble attached by a silver string to the umbrella's handle. I grasped the bobble tightly in my right hand. 'What now!' I exclaimed!
Yes. Harriet, who was the cause of my massive
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Particularly the EMB21c spell, which of course I famously used in 1903 to
Fortunately, since 1903, I had discovered a way to counteract the effect that Harriet had on my magical abilities.
By standing on my head whilst reciting the periodic table of the elements.....
And holding my umbrella in such a way as to catch not just the words but the essence of them I discovered that not only could I counteract trouble but also
Alfred, dazed but unharmed, looked at me and stuttered...
"Who are you, and why is your nose green with purple spots?"
'Mother!' Alfred exclaimed. 'Where have you been all these months and how did you get here?'
"Oh my boy", she wept " I have been trapped in the deep freeze at the back of the castle.""Castle?" Alfred exclaimed again. "What castle?"
"You've never noticed the castle, Alfred?" she asked.
"Now, now Harriet", said Hazel, her sister. "Anyone can miss seeing a castle in their backyard! Come and let's get you warmed up with a nice hot.....
Brimstone pack.' Meanwhile Alfred, getting more confused by the second, checked his pockets to make sure he still had the
thimble he had taken from the witch's cottage. He had the feeling it was important when he first saw it inside the
intricately carved small wooden box, fiercely guarded by a
"Do you think you should? I don't know if
it's going to rain today and you might be better off taking an umbrella". Reluctantly,
to bring her umbrella. I was beginning to feel quite suspicious of both Hazel and Harriet who although being Alfred's relatives and all, did seem a bit controlling. I decided to
take a raincoat instead. I grabbed a small one for Alfred as well and dragged the small confused child out into the daylight and hailed the next
We put the rain coats on and all of a sudden we were in a black fog! I felt as if we were being pulling through one of the puddles in the street into a strange place. I wiped the muddy water from my eyes and exclaimed 'where are we?'
From the acrid smell of burning plastic, it was obvious that we had landed in
the depths of the ever present Stygian darkness. I peered all around me and could see a faint red glow as if from a distant
Fire. Walking towards it I started to hear violin music and tambourines. A Gypsy camp! What fun! And they would be able to...
