Fussy Felicity & Grotty Griselda
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Far away on two hilltops, there lived two old witches.
Griselda Grotbucket's castle was almost a ruin.
It was black outside with lots of broken windows. Inside it was dusty, dirty, and smelly. There were skeletons in cupboards and cobwebs in corners. But Griselda didn't mind. In fact she preferred it that way. Even her black cat, Basil 'purrferred' it that way too.
Felicity Fusspot's castle was like a palace. It was white outside with beautiful stained glass windows. Inside it was spotlessly clean and smelt of roses. Felicity worked very hard cleaning. But she didn't mind. In fact she wouldn't have had it any other way. She didn't have a cat. Cat's needed litter trays. And litter was another word for rubbish. So Felicity had decided to do without one.
Although Felicity and Griselda were neighbours they didn't speak to one another. They had fallen out over a year ago after Felicity had accused Griselda of stealing one of the spell books she had written.
' Why would I pinch one of your silly old spell books? They probably don't even work.' Griselda had said, angrily.
' How dare you! Why my spell books are best sellers all over the kingdom.' Felicity had protested.
' That doesn't mean they work.'
They had argued for a while until Felicity had stormed off and flown away on her broomstick. And they hadn't spoken since.
But all that was about to change. And all because of a terrible, terrible accident.

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Story written by Derek Keilty, illustrations by Trixie Keilty.
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