Whizardy Witch and The Slime Monsters 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 Witch was zooming over the meadows of magic flowers and fields of lush grass when she saw a strange bright green blob below splattering a herd of cows. “What is that?” Whiz said sweeping down to investigate. As she reached the field a huge blob of slime came fly- ing across the grass and covered her from head to foot. “Yuk!” Whizardy Witch squealed be- cause the slime was very sticky, tasted of the bitterest limes and smelled terrible. She struggled to wipe the slime from her face, but it clung everywhere. “I need a cleaning spell,” she grumbled. To cast the spell Whiz needed a leaf from her satchel. Un- fortunately, this was filled with thick gooey slime too. “Ha, ha. You are slimed,” a rude voice cackled. “Get this off me,” complained Whiz- ardy Witch. She pulled, scraped and tugged at the horrid sticky stuff. It refused to budge. “I am Slimey, the Slime Monster, and you are slimed,” giggled the voice. Whizardy Witch was very upset. She couldn’t get the sticky slime off her face and hands. “Stop it,” she screamed. “This is horrible. Get your sticky slime off me Slimey.” “It’s no crime for me to slime,” laughed the monster. Poor Whizardy Witch was just be- ginning to panic she would not get out of this stuff. When suddenly she heard a spell being cast. “Cows go moo and morning dew, help Whizardy Witch remove that goo!” a friendly voice called out. A bright flash of pink lightning re- moved every speck of slime from Whizardy Witch. “Thank you Whizby,” said Whiz re- cognising her cousin. “I was in a mess there.” “Lucky I was flying by,” said the boy seriously. The pair turned towards the unkind slime monster as it backed away from the angry witch and wizard. In a flash, Slimey raced across the fields and meadows heading for the hills in the distance. “After him Whiz,” shouted Whizby to his cousin. The pair jumped on their broom- sticks and whizzed after the retreating monster. He was surpris- ingly quick, and they struggled to keep up. After a few minutes the slime monster disappeared into a small, rabbit-sized, hole in the ground at the base of the hillside. “How are we going to get in there?” Whizby wondered. “I know a shrinking spell,” said Whizardy Witch. She searched in her satchel and brought out three tiny blue leaves. “This will do,” she said. Whiz held her cousin’s hand and pointed the three leaves at the rab- bit hole ahead. She whispered the spell to Whizby so they could both sing the magic words together, “Ants that crawl and mice so small, now shrink us down, so we’re not tall.” The leaves burst into a blue mist surrounding the pair and their broomsticks. When the mist cleared the world around them looked enormous. The pair were now the size of tiny mice. The rabbit hole ahead looked like a giant’s cave. “After him,” squeaked Whizardy Witch in a funny little voice. Whizby laughed squeakily at his strange sounding cousin. “Even our voices have shrunk,” he giggled. “We must be quick,” warned Whiz. “The spell only lasts for a few minutes.” The pair sped inside the gigantic rabbit hole and found the slime monster family all together in a single huge room. There were two big slime monsters and two smaller ones. “Slimey,” squeaked Whizardy Witch as loud as her tiny voice permitted. “Which one of you is Slimey?” The slime monsters turned towards the small witch and wizard in sur- prise. The largest one frowned at the larger child slime monster and then back to Whiz and Whizby. “What has he been up to this time?” the huge slime monster grumbled. “He has been sliming cows in the fields and covered my cousin here from head to toe. Then laughed about it when she asked for him to get the slime off her,” Whizby interrupted. “No, I didn’t,” screamed Slimey. “He’s lying. I didn’t do anything!” The mother slime monster stepped in and confronted her son, “What have we told you about sliming other creatures and people, Slimey?” The boy refused to accept his wrongdoing and protested his inno- cence again, “It wasn’t me; I tell you. They are liars.” Whizardy Witch was amazed at the slime monster boy. “He is the liar,” she said, “and I can prove it with a truth spell. She picked a violet leaf from her satchel, pointed it at the slime monster and sang, “Elephant’s tooth and unicorn’s hoof, make this monster speak the truth.” The leaf burst into a million speckles that flew straight towards Slimey. Each one stuck instantly to every part of the monster. “Did you slime me?” Whizardy Witch commanded. The slime monster quivered like a jelly and struggled to stay silent. Despite his fiercest efforts the slime monster said, “Yes, I did it.” The father apologised for his slime monster son’s behaviour. He then turned to Slimey and said, “You are grounded young monster. No more play outside for three days.” The mother also said sorry to Whiz and Whizby, “He is going to learn to behave and be kind, I promise.” “And to tell the truth,” the father added. “Thank you,” Whiz answered. Then turned to her cousin and said, “We need to be going because the shrinking spell is wearing off. “Goodbye,” they called and flew outside. A few moments later they returned to their original size and headed home, excitedly chatting about this amazing adventure. *** And that is the story of Whizardy Witch and the Slime Monsters.