Nine-year-old Amy Winter's holiday plans have gone from exciting to total disaster.
How is she supposed to have any fun being packed up and sent to stay with a weird relative she can't even remember?
And Aunt Penelope is as weird as they get. With...
"Did anyone let Penelope know that we were coming?" A long pointy nose sniffed the air, breathing in the potion.
"Of course not." Two toads were thrown into the pot.
"Why ruin a good surprise?" Three drops of the purple vial, and not one more, joined the boiling mixture.
The three, small, elderly women dressed in black cloaks placed their gnarled hands, one on top of the other, watching the tendrils of smoke from the cauldron, wrap around their fingers.
"She's not going to like it..." A glass eye was pushed back into place, before her hand rejoined the others.
"She never does...' They all said at once, laughing and cackling and spluttering.
"What if she finds out what we're really up to?" Two pairs of eyes turned to face the third in horror.
"Then she'll turn you into someone nice. Like her..."
"Ughhh...." They all shuddered.
"Never. That's just too horrible."
"Then don't get caught... agreed?"
"Agreed."
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