Wilma was a Witch, but if she could have been anything else than a witch she would have been happy.
Wilma was fed up, she sighed again, how was a witch supposed to earn any money for food with no spells to sell and as if that wasn’t bad enough the other day she decided to go and visit the bats that lived beyond the Petrified Forest. To begin with she was almost knocked off her broomstick by some silly Trolls who were playing hoggy in the middle with a live hedgehog. Poor little hedgehog, he was not at all happy.
Then when she finally arrived at the bat cave all she found was a note pinned to the door of their cave, it looked like it had been written in blood.
It read:
"To whom it may concern
We are very sorry about this but we have decided
to immigrate to Africa to stay with our African cousins.
We are fed up with this cave it’s so cold in wintertime.
We don't really know when, or even if we shall
bats return but we’re afraid there will be no more Bat wings or
any more of our spare parts for years, maybe! "
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