This morning when I woke up I found a letter under my bed and it said:
I ran to the play room, but my favorite toy was not there. In my mind I was imagining what I was going to do to that stinky witch. I planned to poke her in the eye and then smack her on the bum.
“Oh no! What is going to happen to me if I do that to her?!’’ I wondered.
Last time I had been to her palace her soggy, sticky aliens with long, oval noses attacked me, but she said she was going to adopt alien monsters.
While my mum and dad were snoring, I got ready to go on my own to the witch’s palace.
When I arrived, before I put my foot on the patterned carpet, I took a deep breath...