STORY

Extract:

Real witches look like women, but they are not women at all. They wear gloves because they have long claws. They are as bold as a boiled egg, so they always wear wigs. They don’t have toes and their feet are very small.

Their nose-holes are larger than ours, so they can smell children at a long distance, because children are what they hate the most.

I was so shocked while I listened to my grandmother telling me those things. I live with her as my parents died, but I like her. She is sociable, hard-working, caring and energetic. I love her a lot. We live together in England, in a really nice house with a big and beautiful garden.

I didn’t really believe her stories about witches until she got sick and we had to spend the summer in an English hotel near the coast. As I was really worried for her, she gave me two little mice which I took with me to the hotel.

One day, I was hidden in the conference room, playing with my tiny mice, when more than one hundred women entered the room. At first, they looked normal people, but when no one else was in the conference room, they started to take off their gloves, shoes and wigs: THEY WERE REAL WITCHES!

I was so scared that I couldn’t move, so I heard the whole conversation. The Grand High Witch was telling the witches of England to get rid of all children by giving them candy that contained a secret ingredient: The Formula 86, that turned children into mice.

Just as the witches were about to leave, one of the witches smelt me and they chased me down. I was horrified! The Grand High Witch gave me an entire bottle of Formula 86, while the rest of them were laughing and I was instantly turned into a small mouse. Luckily, I could run away and tell my grandma. Together we planned how to stop the witches.

TO BE CONTINUED…