And in her handbag were four magic cookies. Four evil. magic
cookies.
Four cookies! Four cookies full of black magic!
The banana cookie, the milk bottle cookie, and worst of all, two
crying cookies. Don't let her in Kings!' Oh please don't let her in!
But she looked so nice. . . and she was smiling. . . and she had the
daddy's books. soooo....they let her in. Daddy signed her book,
mommy offered her tea. Naomi asked if she would like to see her
room.
Joe asked if she would like to see him write his name. Witch Hazel
smiled and smiled. It almost broke her face to smile.
'You have been so nice to me that I would like to be nice to you.'
said Witch Hazel. 'I have baked four cookies. A cookie for each
King.'
'Cookies'' Shouted Naomi 'Hooray!'
'Cookies' Shouted Joe. 'Cookies!'
That was awfully nice,' laid mommy. 'You shouldn't have.'
'But we're glad you did.' said the daddy.
They took the cookies. Witch Hazel smiled. And when she was in
her car she shrieked and cackled with laughter. She laughed so
hard that her cat Basta hissed and shrank away from her. Witch
Hazel was happy when her wicked plan succeeded.
'I will like this banana cookie.' Daddy said. He ate it and what a
terrible thing happened. His nose turned into a banana and when he
went down to his office to work on his book much later that
terrible day the only word he could write was banana.
It was Witch Hazel's wicked magic Banana Cookie.
Poor Daddy!
'I will like this milk-bottle cookie.' Mommy said. 'What a funny
name for a cookie. She ate it and (the evil cookie turned her hands
into milk-bottles.
What an awful thing. Could she fix the food with Milk-bottles for
hands? Could she type? No! She could not even pick her nose.
Poor Mommy!
'We will like these crying cookies.' Naomi and Joe said. What a
funny name for a cookie.' They each ate one and they began to
cry! They cried and cried and could not stop! The tears streamed
out of their eyes. There were puddles on the rug. Their clothes got
aII wet. They couldn't eat good meals because they were crying.
They even cried in their sleep.
It was all because of Witch Hazel's evil crying cookies.
The Kings were not the happiest family in Bridgton anymore. Now
they were the saddest family in Bridgton. Mommy didn't want to
go shopping because everybody laughed at her milk-bottle hands.
Daddy couldn't write books because all the words came out banana
and it was hard to see the typewriter anyway because his nose was
a banana. And Joe and Naomi just cried and cried and cried.
Witch Hazel was as happy as wicked witch ever gets. It was her
greatest spell.
