By Josie Whitehead www.whiteheadm.co.uk
A witch with a broomstick was learning to fly –
And her broomstick instructor was beginning to sigh:
“Just point up to heaven and head for that star –
A broomstick’s much easier than driving a car!”
“I’ll be late for the party. I must be there for eight.
They’re expecting me then, and I mustn’t be late.”
The instructor then thought: “This is really absurd.
Most witches can fly through the air like a bird.”
He said: “Excuse me, my dear, but what word did you use?
There’s a choice, as you know, so which one did you choose?”
The witch looked embarrassed - her face went quite red.
“I’m not good at remembering words” she then said.
Then her instructor was angry and gave a big sigh:
“Then how did you think you would fly through the sky?”
He asked her politely which word she preferred –
“Now don’t forget that one as it’s your special word.”
“Thank you so much” cried the witch with delight.
She shouted the word and the broomstick took flight.
Through the sky to the stars the broom continued on track.
(The word just meant “one-way”, so she’ll never come back.)
Copyright 2006