Wichita clutched her bag and climbed into the silver flying-monkey-drawn carriage her mother had arranged. Her mother didn't have full access to the flying monkeys anymore, so this was a special treat. One of the flying monkeys turned to Wichita and bowed. She curtsied back and sat down. With that, they were off.
An hour later, Wichita and the carriage landed on the right side of Frogsnoot. It was a large black stone castle guarded by live gargoyles. One larger one sat straight over the doorway. Wichita gulped and stepped out of the carriage. The large gargoyle swooped down from the doorway. Wichita jumped back. "You're scared. I like that," the gargoyle said. He began to laugh. Wichita laughed, too. "My name is Romulus," the gargoyle said, finally stopping laughing. "Wichita. Wichita West." "Ah hah, daughter of The Wicked Witch. Such a delight." "Thank you." "Oh, not you, dear, your mother." Wichita laughed. "Welcome, Wichita. I'll be one of your teachers. Follow me."
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Frogsnoot Academy For Magical Children
FantasyWichita West, the child of The Wicked Witch of Oz, and Mike Lin, the son of Merlin, are incredibly excited for their first year at Frogsnoot Academy For Magical Children, where their magical abilities will be put to the test, and honed, to do good...
