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 To The Castle! While we drove along the countryside, it occurred to me that I had no way of getting into the castle. I know that I could creep in when a witch was using the door, but, for all I knew, THESE witches didn't leave their house very often. I mentioned this to my grandmother, who jumped in her seat and grimaced. "My darling, you are absolutely right. What are we to do?" There was a long pause, and then I yelled, "I got it!" Soon, a magnificent gray castle was visible looming ahead of us, in the mountains. I was frightened by the sight of it. It didn't look like a very inviting place. The chauffeur let us out (I was in Grandmama's duffel bag) just outside the grand gates of the palace. Grandmama handed me a bottle of Formula 86 Delayed Action Mouse-Maker. "Good luck, my darling," she said and stroked my back with the tip of her finger. "I'll meet you at 7:15 tonight at my inn." I hope I'll have lots of news to give her. As I ran to the castle, I went over our plan in my head. First, I was going to run up the pipes on the walls of the castle and creep through the opening. That would get me inside the house. Then, I was going to simply sneak along the walls until I came to the kitchen-- probably right around lunchtime. Jumping around the on the shelves, I would look for and meal lying about and dump the mouse-maker right onto it. Then I would try to listen for any future plans of the witches. I reached the pipe and ran rapidly up it. I came out into a room with all sorts of appliances and and oven in it. "The kitchen," I thought, "perfect." I jumped around the countertop and soon spotted a pot of applesauce sitting cooling on the stove. I imagined they were all going to have some, so I climbed up on a shelf directly above the pot and dumped the entire contents of the bottle into the witches' food! I was victorious! Not wanting to be realized, I took the label off the bottle before getting rid of it. I then looked at the clock, not wanting to be late for my grandmother, and, realizing that it was only 5:30 p.m., decided to explore a little. But before I had taken five steps toward the door, a large man came walking in and suddenly gave a shout of "MOUSE! MOUSE IN THE KITCHEN!!" I bolted to the door with him on my tail. He stepped on one of my whiskers once but I escaped. Out in the hallway, I stayed as close to the wall as I could, not wanting to meet anyone else. I scrambled down through the pipe and out into the moonlight. I ran a few blocks until I came to Grandmama's inn and I ran through the door as a porter opened the door to go outside. I knew my grandmother's room number, room 301, and I jumped up the stairs until I came to it. I banged on the door with my paws and, when she didn't answer, I hissed, "Grandmama, it's me!" She opened the door and picked me up in her hands. She set me down on the table and asked, "How did it go, darling?" I told her about my narrow escape with the chef and also my triumph in getting the mouse-maker into the witches' food. She congratulated me and said, "Tomorrow we will bring in the cats to attack the witches. I'm proud of you darling. You did well." Article posted November 16, 2009 at 07:12 PM • comment • Reads 519 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments |
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