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Mrs. Ladle skimmed over treetops, skirted by branches, swooped round rocky outcrops, and performed every other flying activity that you can think of beginning with S. (Except skydiving though, because that would just be silly. And besides, she didn't have her big skirt on so would have plummeted to the forest floor like a silly, old woman who'd fallen off her broom). Despite all this she still couldn't find Ollie, any of his crew, or the missing monster.
“Bloody forest,” she said to herself. “They should cut the whole lot down and build a massive multiplex cinema.”
Witches, as highlighted by Mrs. Ladle's views on what the future of the woodland below her should be, are not the most ecologically or environmentally friendly of creatures. Forget green issues and the preservation of t
