Whizardy Witch and The Empty Satchel (Age 5-6) Whizardy Witch is always whizzing around. She is the fastest witch in the Land of Magic. “Zoomedy zoom, let’s go broom,” she squeals, making her broom- stick go faster. Whiz, and off she whizzes. One day, Whizardy heard a squeal from the other room. “Pixies, we have Pixies!” mum screamed. “Shoo, get out of my kitchen.” Whiz rushed to see, finding mum firing blasts from her wand. Lots of little Pixies raced around taking everything. “Look out Whiz,” warned mum. Two pixies jumped up trying to steal Whiz’s hat. “Broomsticks come and help,” shouted Whiz. Their two magic brooms tried to sweep the Pixies out of the door. The Pixies were too fast. “I need to get my satchel,” said Whiz. She rushed to find her satchel thrown on the floor, com- pletely empty of leaves. “They have stolen my magic,” she cried. The Pixies ran out of the house making a terrible noise. They jumped through the windows, ran through the door, and even flew straight up the chimney. The Kitchen looked terrible. “Where did they come from Mum?” Whiz wondered. “I didn’t even know we had Pixies around here.” “They come from the Land of Mis- chief. They should not be here,” answered mum. “Why have they ruined so many of our things?” Whiz sniffed hard upset by the Pixies behaviour. “They can’t help themselves Whiz,” explained mum. “All Pixies are naughty and always mess up other people’s things.” “Steal, you mean,” said Whiz sulk- ing as she looked again inside her empty satchel. “They stole my magic leaves.” “Yes, they did Whiz, and I am sorry. We will go and refill your satchel later, I promise.” “I thought the Land of Mischief was locked!” Whiz pondered. “That is true Whiz,” mum said glumly. “Normally, the magic locks on the gates of the Land of Mis- chief keeps them inside. That is why this is so serious. Somehow, they have escaped.” “I can’t even use a spell to help clear up the mess,” sobbed Whiz. “They have taken my magic leaves.” Mum smiled and said, “Don’t worry Whiz, I will sort all this out.” She waved her magic wand, say- ing, “Cats that preen and grass so green, reverse this mess, so it’s nice and clean.” A flash of bright yellow stars fizzed around the room clearing up all the mess. Whiz grinned, “That is a good spell mum. I will call it the Tidy-Up spell.” Mum laughed. “I still need some magic leaves for my satchel,” Whiz said sadly. Mum laughed again, “Yes Whizardy Witch, fastest witch in the Land of Magic. We could go zooming off to the magic forest for some leaves.” “Can we go now?” Whiz asked. Mum nodded to her broom and squealed, “I bet you will not get there first!” “Oh yes I will,” shouted Whiz ex- citedly, calling to her broomstick. They whizzed out of the door heading for the Tree of Spells. *** And that is the story of Whizardy Witch and the Empty Satchel.