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Witch Plot.

In the local newspaper I read that a coven of witches was to be held on Dartford Heath. It is nothing new for Witches to hold meetings but not on Dartford Heath this was new to me. I decided that at the time of the meeting I would be on the Heath with my powerful binoculars, I wanted to see what they were up to. A week went past and the day of the meeting or should I say night, came and I with my binoculars was out on the heath hidden behind some very high trees.

As soon as it was dark I saw them flying in on their broomsticks. One after another flew in until twenty witches were present. I crept silently closer to see if I could hear or see something new. The witches sat in a circle and were chanting some old song. There was no moon and it was very dark except for a fire that was burning in the middle of the circle. One of the witches got up and started to perform a weird dance around the fire.

Soon all of the witches were dancing and chanting around the fire. Ten minutes of dancing and chanting and then all sat around the fire once more. By now I was very close to the witches using every bit of cover, I had crept to within a few yards of them all. The witches were speaking in a very strange language, which I did not understand. After two hours the witches started to leave the meeting. One after the other got on their broomsticks and flew off into the night. Soon there were only two witches left and they huddled close to the fire and then I heard their plot.

They were going to get some spiders and feed them until they were big and strong. Then they would get the spiders to spin one huge net. With the net they would fly on their brooms dragging the net behind them. In this way they were going to fish for fairies. I could not follow them, as I do not posses a broom that flies. I decided to go back home and wait to see what if anything happened to their plot. I waited until the last two witches flew off and then I went to the fire and carefully put it out. There is always the danger of forest fires when people leave fires unattended.

Six months went past and I thought no more of the witches until suddenly a dozen or more Fairies went missing. No one had seen them go off and all were worried that something terrible might have happened to them. It was then that I remembered the two witches and their plan to catch Fairies with a large sticky cobweb. I went to Her Majesty Queen Feeana and told her of my night, watching the witches and of my suspicions that the witches had taken the Fairies by means of the sticky cobweb.

Her Majesty took from her robe the famous Magic Mirror. The mirror showed a picture of the witch’s coven and of my putting out the fire that they had left burning in the woods. The mirror then showed more pictures. The two witches feeding ordinary spiders that grew so big that they had no trouble spinning a large cobweb between two high trees. The witches then carefully cut the cobweb and attached it to their brooms. Then the two of them flew off over the woods and meadows where the Fairies were working and playing. In this way they caught the Fairies who were not prepared for the danger from the skies.

The Magic Mirror then showed a village that I recognised as being the village of Old Bexley not far away from the Dartford Heath. One old house with smoke coming from its chimneys caught my eye. The house was large and rambling and had been built many years ago. The Mirror then showed a small room in which the Fairies were being held prisoner. The door was made of solid oak and was ever so strong. A key was hanging on a nail beside the door. The door did not stop the Magic Mirror from entering the room. Two-dozen Fairies were being held prisoner here. The two witches had taken away their magic wands and the Fairies were looking very miserable indeed.

Her Majesty was now very angry and the Mirror wandered around the house and found the two witches in the kitchen drinking tea. Her Majesty’s wand came into action and turned both the witches into two large black spiders. One of the witches nearly fell into her teacup the magic from Her Majesty’s wand was very quick.

Her Majesty Queen Feeanna waved her magic wand again and all of the Fairies were now able to fly out of the room the door had completely vanished. A High-pitched whistle that could only be heard by the Fairies led them back home to Dartford Heath. The next day the Fairies spent making new Magic Wands. No one talks anymore about spiders and the two witches have been forgotten until this day, when I decided to tell you all about this story.