(children`s) 5th draft Imogen the Mixed up Witch

I really would like to know what you lot think of this story and is it worth going ahead to the publishers.To nervous.

In a middle of a forest stood a cottage. Inside the cottage lived a witch called Imogen and her black cat called Tom. Imogen was not a very clever witch. Each time she tried to do a magic spell , she just could not get it right, no matter how hard she tried.

For example, she wanted to make a fish pie for Tom as a special treat for tea. However, Instead of a fish pie, Tom got a fish tie! Poor Imogen and poor Tom. He didn’t want a fish tie for tea.

Imogeon tried again. She wanted a pair of new boots, so with a flick of her magic wand she said:
"Old boots, old boots, make me a pair of nice boots."

Zap, bang! There on the floor stood a brand new pair of mice boots! The boots began to squeak and then started to clump around the room. "CLUMP! CLUMP! SQUEAK! SQUEAK!" they went loudly.

Tom spotted the mice boots and licked his lips. "Yum," he said. "I think I will have them for my tea." So he jumped down from a window sill and chased the mice boots out into the garden.

"Oh dear," sighed Imogen, as she sat upon a stool. "I cannot seem to get a single spell right, no matter how hard I try."

As she was thinking of how to make her spells work, a letter suddenly flew down the chimney and landed straight onto her lap. Imogen opened the letter. It was an invitation — an invitation to stay with Jack the wizard.

Imogen's face lit up. "A holiday," she said. The last time she visited Jack he gave her a book of spells but they did not seem to work for her "Maybe Jack can figure out the problem," she said. “I will take the book of spells with me.”

So she got up from her stool and went to get the spell book. The spell book was sitting on top of a book shelf, Imogen brought it down, it was big and very heavy. “Phew,” she panted as she carried the book and plopped it down onto a table. BANG! Dust flew off everywhere and made Imogen cough and splutter.

So that afternoon Imogen packed her suitcase. She put in the book of spells, a change of clothes. Gathered her broomstick, picked up Tom (who was still chasing the mice boots) and off they flew to Jack the Wizard.

Jack lived at the edge of the forest by a stream. Imogen flew down and landed on his doorstep. She knocked. Jack opened the door and smiled, because he was so happy to see his friend. Imogen stayed for a week and during that week she told Jack all about her spells that kept going wrong.

She gave Jack her spell book and that evening while Imogen was fast asleep, Jack had looked through Imogene `s spell book. He noticed at once that on the front cover splashes from her potions had smudged some letters off the title. “A wi…`s book of magic spells.”

Jack removed the smudge carefully with a damp cloth. The letters appeared and the title of the book now read “A Wizard `s book of magic spells.”
“No wonder,” giggled Jack. Imogen must have picked up his book by mistake.

The next morning after breakfast Jack and Imogen sat down in the living room. Tom was outside trying to catch some toads. Jack explained to Imogen why she couldn’t work the spells. He showed her the book Imogen had brought with her and at once Imogen noticed the title. She felt a bit foolish. “What a silly witch I am, “ she laughed. “I was wondering why I could not work out any of my spells.”
Then Jack laughed. They laughed and laughed until both of their sides ached.

Eventually they calmed down and Jack got up. “I will go and get your book which you left behind. Was having trouble doing the spells myself look,” he said pointing to the clock on the wall. The hands on the clock were spinning around very fast and it chimed every few minuets. A little grey mouse kept going up and down. It looked tired and exhausted. “ have been trying to stop old Hickory, Dickory, for days and now I can stop the clock at last.”

Imogen nodded in agreement. The poor mouse looked like it could do with a rest.
So Jack said some magic words “Hickory, Dickory, Dock. Let the mouse run up the clock. When the clock strikes one. Hickory, Dickory STOP! “
The clock stopped immediately and the little grey mouse stopped running. Jack gave the mouse a piece of cheese and a drink of water. Then after when it finished eating and drinking it curled up and went to sleep.

He then went to get Imogens spell book. He had left it on top of the mantle piece that stood over a black cauldron. He brought it back to her. Imogen was so grateful for Jack that she thanked him and off she flew back home with Tom, that afternoon.

There she opened her spell book and read the first spell. It was called "How To Make a Fish Pie."
That evening Tom had a lovely fish pie for his tea. "Yummy," said Tom. "Much better than a fish tie."

Imogen then tried the next spell. How to magic up some new boots. So she placed the boots in the middle of the floor and with the flick of her wand she chanted the words from her spell book. ”Old boots, old boots. Disappear, disappear. Bring a pair of new boots.”

Zap! Bang! The old boots vanished in a thick cloud of dust and when the dust had settled there before her stood brand new, shining, pair of new boots. She had done it at last. Imogen tried on her new boots and to her surprise they fitted her perfectly. She danced around happily .”Now I won `t be mixed up ever again.”

Tom said nothing. He was fast asleep on the floor rug, purring softly, happy and content.

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