My Witch Girl

She took off her witch hat and stomped all over it. It mashed down miserably on one side, distorted a bit. The wire obviously bent at an awkward angle. Even more than an ordinary witch hat. She took off her coat, by ripping all the buttons off Using the buttonholes. They popped in a variety of Directions. One hit Old Aunt Mable in the glasses, but They were so thick she barely noticed. I watched her run up the stairs to my room. On her way she smacked both my brother and sister in the back of the head with big long satisfying whacks. I was grinning like a Cheshire Cat when I went up there to laugh and giggle with her about it. I love little witch. She comes at night, and sneaks into my room, and we sing silly songs until I fall asleep. The best part? I do not have to share her with anyone. I am the only one in the family who can see her.