The Witches

The Witches

Roald Dahl

Language: English

Pages: 224

ISBN: 014241011X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


This is not a fairy tale. This is about real witches.

Grandmamma loves to tell about witches. Real witches are the most dangerous of all living creatures on earth. There's nothing they hate so much as children, and they work all kinds of terrifying spells to get rid of them. Her grandson listens closely to Grandmamma's stories—but nothing can prepare him for the day he comes face-to-face with The Grand High Witch herself!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

frightful burning searing scorching feeling started spreading down into my chest and into my tummy and on and on into my arms and legs and all over my body! I screamed and screamed but once again the gloved hand was clapped over my lips. The next thing I felt was my skin beginning to tighten. How else can I describe it? It was quite literally a tightening and a shrinking of the skin all over my body from the top of my head to the tips of my fingers to the ends of my toes! I felt as though I was a

all, I thought to myself, to be tiny as well as speedy when there is a bunch of dangerous females after your blood. I selected the back leg of a chair and squeezed up against it and kept very still. In the distance, The Grand High Witch was shouting, ‘Leave the little stinkpot alone! It is not vurth bothering about! It is only a mouse now! Somebody else vill soon catch it! Let us get out of here! The meeting is over! Unlock the doors and shove off to the Sunshine Terrace to have tea vith that

You are probably wondering why I wasn't depressed at all. I found myself thinking, What's so wonderful about being a little boy anyway? Why is that necessarily any better than being a mouse? I know that mice get hunted and they sometimes get poisoned or caught in traps. But little boys sometimes get killed, too. Little boys can be run over by motor-cars or they can die of some awful illness. Little boys have to go to school. Mice don't. Mice don't have to pass exams. Mice don't have to worry

went crashing on to the floor and smashed into a million pieces. ‘Forget it,’ she said. ‘It's only Ming. You could spend weeks in that Castle if you wanted to and they'd never know you were there! I myself would get a room in the village and you could sneak out of the Castle and have supper with me every night and tell me what was going on.’ ‘I could! I could!’ I cried out. ‘And inside the Castle I could go snooping around simply everywhere!’ ‘But your main job, of course,’ my grandmother said,

gone.’ ‘She's a tough old bird,’ the nurse said. ‘We'll have her up in another week.’ The nurse was right. Within a week, my grandmother was thumping around the house with her gold-topped cane and interfering with Mrs Spring's cooking. ‘I thank you for all your help, Mrs Spring,’ she said, ‘but you can go home now.’ ‘Oh no I can't,’ Mrs Spring said. ‘Doctor told me to see that you take it very easy for the next few days.’ The doctor said more than that. He dropped a bombshell on my

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