Visiting the Wand Shop

It is just a simple hole in the wall wand shoppe, the older lady said. We smelled the magic in there, and I felt a tiny thump on my head. It’s a cat, and it looks vicious whispered my cousin, Old Ripe Red. Too busy to care, I asked if I could sample a bit of fresh pumpkin bread. Oh, sure, the older lady said. She was not wearing a cape or hat. Is she a witch? Hissed my scaredy cat cousin, Little Timmy Pat. Who cares? I asked. I plunked myself down in a closet beside a bat. The bat flew past me and chased off the happy hat-sitting cat. Would you like a job, Dearie? The old lady asked, looking at me. I said, “Would it include pumpkin bread and hot lemon tea?” She nodded her head, and I asked how much magic there would be. That would depend on your gifts, so I said, “You just hired me!”