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!

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!

– Diana Wynne Jones –

Witch Week

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