One Does Not Want Glory

Mr. Crossley Suddenly Wondered Why He Was Why He Was Worrying About The Note. It Was Only A Joke, After All. He Cleared His Throat. Everyone Looked Up Hopefully. 'somebody,' Said Mr. Crossley, 'seems To Have Sent Me A Halloween Message.' And He Read Out The Note: 'someone In This Class Is A Witch.' 6b Thought This Was Splendid News. Hands Shot Up All Over The Room Like A Bed Of Beansprouts. 'it's Me, Mr. Crossley!' 'mr. Crossley, I'm The Witch!' 'can I Be The Witch, Mr. Crossley?' 'me, Mr. Crossley, Me, Me, Me!

If I Give You A Hint And Tell You It's A Hint, It Will Be Information.

It's Amazing The Way One Can Take A Step Ten And A Half Miles Long And Still Always Land In A Cowpat.

I'm Delirious. Spots Are Crawling Before My Eyes." "those Are Spiders.

Busy Old Fool, Unruly Sophie