Who Wants My Spell Book

Who wants my spell book? Whisker witch asked her grands. It was a mystical book held together by large rubber bands. This book was different because it chastised your efforts to create and bake. Calling you mean names like “loser, ignoramus, and stupid mandrake". I will take it said her sister, who had grown up with the book. The witch gave her the most horrible, awful, nastiest look. The spell book picked up on Whisker witch’s cue. And began calling her names that turned the air blue. That’s okay, the sister said, holding back her tears. As the spell book called gave her a raspberry among the jeers. One of the grands grabbed it up and threw it into the fire. Take that! She said, and we all clapped, her bravery glad to admire.