With Princess Melissa locked away in a tower and her fiance dead, her evil uncle Tarquin controls the kingdom.
Maisy, a butterfingered old lady from a family of witches, is their only hope. Maisy can't get anything right. Every time she tries to fix her cousin Egbert's spells, Maisy makes it worse. Can she get it right for once and save the day?
Young adult and children's fiction.
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House in the wood
Maisy lived deep in the heart of the old wood. She lived in a house in a tree that was bent and twisted and very old, just as she was. She was so old that she had forgotten just how old, but the tree was even older. Her sisters, her mother, her grandmother and her great grandmother had all lived there once. Now they were all dead and gone and she was the last of the family. There was old Cousin Egbert of course, but he lived at the far side of the wood.
Maisy’s wrinkled face was lined with wispy white hair and her nose had a large wart on it. Her eyes were still as bright as shiny buttons, although she needed the spectacles perched on her nose. Her smile showed her missing teeth. She did not very many left at all. In spite of her age she was still very nimble and active. The only trouble was she dropped things. Dropping things ordinarily would not be much of a problem, but for Maisy it was catastrophe. Maisy, you see, came from a family of witches. All of them had been quite nasty witches in their day, but Maisy had never been very good at it. Try as she might, she could not be evil like her family before her. She had a good heart and after a while she began to dislike what they were all doing. She had never wanted people to be scared at her and had always wanted to make friends. Her family had never understood it at all and always called her ‘poor old Maisy’. She spent most of her time trying to right the wrongs her family did. She did, in fact, manage to put a lot of things right, but as she got older her clumsiness began to cause problems. She seemed to drop things at entirely the wrong moment. Instead of putting things right, she sometimes made them worse. Sadly this was not exactly a recipe for making friends and of course her appearance was exactly how you would imagine a witch to be, so people were scared of her anyway. People thought that she must be a nasty scary old witch, because she looked like one, and because everyone else in her family had been witches. It was very sad, because if people had bothered to get to know her, they would have found a kind hearted lady.
After a while she got to like being alone and did not bother about people being scared of her. She got to thinking it was rather funny and it did keep people out of her business. Now that she was on her own she did not often leave the deep wood except to visit Cousin Egbert. She went because it was her duty, and because he was family and she cared about him. He had been quite a scary wizard in his younger days and still went on trying to do his dark magic, causing all manner of problems and mix ups, so she did not go very often. Sometimes he would come to her tree house and cause havoc there and she had a hard time trying to sort it out.
Today it was such a lovely day that she thought she might go and visit him later. She had not been for quite a long time and what could go wrong on such a lovely day?
“I’ll have nice strong cup of tea before I go,” she decided. “After all I don’t really know what I’ll find at Cousin Egbert’s. He could have caused all manner of mischief since I last was there.”
Out came the kettle and she filled it with water and carried it to the hearth. She had a nice old fashioned fireplace with an old oven and a place to hang the kettle to boil.
As she went, the handle slipped from her grasp and the lid fell off, spilling water all over the cat.
“Butterfingers!” was the taunt from the old owl perched on the window sill.
“Butterfingers is right,” spluttered the wet and bedraggled cat, cross at being woken up in such away.
Maisy’s cat was a peculiar looking cat. He went to sit in front of the fire, with one eye open, watching warily for Maisy’s next move. A gentle steam rose from the wet fur which was striped with all colors of the rainbow.
“Butterfingers indeed,” said an indignant Maisy.
She abandoned the idea of tea and went to the shelf, lifting down a large book from the top shelf. She staggered under the weight of it, tottering back and forth and the animals sat holding their breath. They both breathed sighs of relief as she tottered to the kitchen table heaving the big book onto it. She flicked through the pages ignoring the snickering cat.
“There must be something here that will tell me what Egbert did to Cat and how I can put it right,” she muttered.
“Oh no not again,” groaned Cat and he sidled into the cupboard.
Cat had been a victim of Egbert’s experiments as had Owl. Of course Maisy did have something to do with it. She had tried to interfere and had accidentally dropped some things into the potions Egbert was mixing. The result was Cat’s multi colored coat and on another occasion, owl was accidentally given a voice. He could talk to people now but he could not talk to owls anymore. He was quite cross about it because you could get far more sense from owls than people.
Cousin Egbert usually came just to create havoc in her kitchen. She had her grandmother’s books you see and he sometimes found things that were not written in his father’s collection. This book had been her grandmother’s and her grandmother’s before her. It was a very ancient book and had often been useful in the past to find answers to the problems caused by her family and now by Egbert.
“Aha, this might do the trick,” she cried and she took her glasses from her pocket to read the small print on the page.
At the top it said ‘How to make things a different color,’ and there was a paragraph at the bottom which read, ’How to reverse the above’.
She quickly made a list of all the ingredients. She had to mix them all together and follow the instructions which included giving Cat a bath in the mixture. He was not going to like that. Oh well, she would worry about that when the time came. She picked up her little basket and went out into the wood. She could collect the things she needed on the way to Cousin Egbert’s.