The Little Witch
by Deborah Hunt
The little witch rubbed her goosebumps.
She grabbed her glow-in-the-dark pumpkin.
She flew out the door.
Being a witch, she could conjure up all kinds of treats.
But trick or treating was much more fun.
“Trick or treat,” she cackled.
Mrs. Wolf smiled. “Hello little witch. I have some goodies.”
“Thank you! I have a trick for you.” The little witch waved her magic wand.
A puff of purple smoke surrounded them.
“Meow, meow.” The black cat purred.
Mrs. Wolf gasped. “How did you do that?”
“I’m a witch.” She hopped on her broom and flew away.