And its terrible voice when it started to speak was a yowl and a growl, and a croak, and a shriek. It had four frightful heads, it had wings like a bird. It was tall, dark, and sticky, and feathered, and furred. She looked all around, but no help could be found.The dragon drew nearer and licking his lips said, “Maybe this once I’ll have witch without chips.”īut just as he planned to begin on his feast, from out of a ditch rose a horrible beast. “Help,” cried the witch, flying down to the ground. The dragon flew after her, breathing out fire. “I am a dragon, as mean as can be, and I’m planning to have witch and chips for my tea.” “No,” cried the witch, flying higher and higher. The witch’s half-broomstick flew into a cloud and the witch heard a roar that was scary and loud. Down fell the cat and the dog and the frog. The witch tapped the broomstick, and whoosh, they were gone.Over the moors and the mountains they flew. Is there room on the broom for a frog like me?” “Oh, yes,” cried the witch, so the frog bounded on. He dropped it politely, then said with a croak as the witch dried the wand on a fold of her cloak, “I am a frog, as clean as can be. Then all of a sudden from out to a pond leapt a dripping wet frog with a dripping wet wand. ![]() They searched for the wand, but no wand could be found. “Down,” cried the witch, and they flew to the ground. The witch clutched her bow, but let go of her wand. They shot through the sky to the back of beyond. The bird shrieked with glee and the stormy wind blew. The witch tapped the broomstick, and whoosh, they were gone. Is there room on the broom for a bird like me?” “Oh, yes,” cried the witch, so the bird fluttered on. She dropped it politely and bent her head low, then said as the witch tied her plait in a bow, “I am a bird, as green as can be. Then out from a tree with an ear-splitting shriek, there flapped a green bird with the bow in her beak. They searched for the bow, but no bow could be found. The witch laughed aloud and held onto her hat, but away blew the bow from her long ginger plait. ![]() The dog wagged his tail and the stormy wind blew. Over the fields and the forests they flew. Is there room on the broom for a dog like me?” “Oh, yes,” cried the witch, and the dog clambered on. He dropped it politely, then eagerly said as the witch pulled the hat firmly down on her head, “I am a dog, as keen as can be. Then out of the bushes on thundering paws, there bounded a dog with the hat in his jaws. They searched for the hat, but no hat could be found. ![]() ![]() But how the witch wailed and how the cat spat when the wind blew so wildly, it blew off the hat. How the cat purred and how the witch grinned as they sat on their broomstick and flew through the wind. The witch had a cat and a very tall hat and long ginger hair, which she wore in a plait. But is there flat on the broom for so many backers? And when tragedy thumps, will they be ready to save the witch of a hungry dragon Room on the Broom by Julia Donaldson The warlock and her cat are joyously floating within the sky on a broomstick while the breeze pulls up and goes away the witch’s hat, then her stem, and then her scepter! Luckily, three valuable animals find the lost items, and all they want in recovery is a ride on the broom.
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