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Cat

What activities do you lose yourself in?

Molly walked into the Art Gallery with her mum.

It was school holiday time, and the Art Gallery had activities for the children to do.

‘I’ll just be inside, looking at art,’ her mum informed her.

Molly started to cry.

‘Don’t leave me, Mummy. Stay with me.’

But her mum was firm.

‘There’s plenty to do here, Molly.’

And left her.

A friendly volunteer came over.

‘Hi. Is your name Molly?’

Tearily,  Molly nodded her head.

‘Your mum told me you like cats.’

‘Yes,’ Molly whispered.

‘Why don’t you sit here at the table and draw me a cat.’

So Molly drew and painted and crayoned.  This was going to be the best cat ever in all of history.

A tap on her shoulder startled her. Looking around, Molly saw her mum with the volunteer.

‘What have you been doing, Molly?’ asked her mum.

‘Drawing the best cat ever.’

Molly held up her picture. She showed her mum the cat.

‘That’s the best picture ever.’

Molly smiled at her mum.

‘Can we come back tomorrow?’ Molly asked.

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Witches

Are you superstitious?

Rebecca painted her face with green face paint. Next, she stuck on the fake warts and combed black dye through her hair.

Finger nails were next. She delicately painted them blood red. Once the nail polish was dry, she bit into a stick of lipstick, leaving red stains on her teeth.

Her little brother would respect her now, she thought. If he thought she was a witch, that is.

Rebecca stepped out into the night. A full moon sailed close to the horizon.  Now was her chance. She would creep up to Joey’s bedroom window and scare him.

A black cat went scurrying across the footpath as she silently padded towards Joey’s window.

She came to her own bedroom first. A rustle in the bushes caused Rebecca to shudder.

Funny, she thought, I didn’t realise Mum left the broom out. It was leaning against her bedroom wall.

A green warty hand with blood red claw like nails reached out and grabbed the broom.

The cat jumped onto the end of the stick.

‘Thanks for minding my vehicle for me,’ an old voice crackled.

And for an instant, Rebecca swore she saw a lady and a cat on a broom, fly past the full moon.