Bubble Boy – 7 –
Bub heard an awful scream and saw how something moved on the pole. This thing wore a big pointy hat, and under the hat, two big eyes almost touching each other above a great a big bulbous nose and a half opened, toothless mouth stared at Bub in an incredibly silly way.
Well, the pole, the hat, the eyes, the big nose and the toothless mouth belonged to a little witch called Barbra Cadabra. You surely know what a witch is and you might even have met Barbra Cadabra before, in another story under another name, as they are quite common in the Universe. Some even say that more than half of the earth’s population are more or less well disguised witches.. Anyway…Barbra until some seconds ago, was comfortably sleeping on her broom stick, dreaming of crystal balls. And yes of course, the flying object, although it didn´t look quite right, was nevertheless a real broomstick, and the thing on the pole was a real witch. Still a little bit little, though, and somewhat inexperienced in the fabrication of broomsticks and the more general art of witchcraft, but a really real witch, like the ones you normally meet in fairie tales.
Excepting the three and a half billion witches on Earth, of course… But you may ask now: what was she doing tonight flying around in the sky instead of sleeping comfortably in her bed in her castle, like proper small witches do? The thing was that Barbra needed a very special crystal ball and it was written in her witches guide book that such balls could be only found in night skies by the full moon, and even then quite rarely. This was the reason why some days ago, our Barbra, never thinking twice before acting, had at once climbed on her broomstick and set off on a long journey through the night sky, hoping to find her special crystal ball.
You may further ask why in the hell Barbra needed such a rare ball? Well… it’s a quite shameful story, and I will tell it to you in a low voice so that Barbra, who is a very sensitive witch, doesn´t get offended. Listen and don´t laugh, please, at least not too loudly: some days ago, in one of her witch seances, in which she was trying to get the sun from behind the thick clouds, she had spoken the wrong spell and the sun had totally disappeared, it was simply gone! The result being that it was always night in BarbraCadabraland!
And this was why Barbra had climbed upon her broomstick and was crossing the All in search of a crystal ball which should help her to bring the sun out again. She had flown hundred of miles since she had started, and hadn´t seen any ball, not even a tiny one, and at the end, exhausted, she had simply fallen asleep. In fact Barbra always slept with great pleasure on her broomstick under the stars, especially since she had equipped it with an auto-pilot button. And anyway, the sky was big and well-lit on these nights of the full moon, so it was not really dangerous. It was just take-off and landing where she had to be careful… Our little witch, after the collision, slowly came back to consciousness. As she had first seen the bubble her first reaction had been to pinch herself in the arm to make sure that she was not dreaming.. But the bubble was still there, it was not a dream, and she realised, immensely happy, that she had finally found the crystal ball she was looking for. At last! In fact the crystal ball was not made out of glass but of soap, but Barbra didn´t know that, having never seen a soap bubble before in her young life, as Witches have an aversion to washing. And even if she had known, believe me, she would have forgotten it at once, so happy was she to have found any kind of sky ball at all! And anyway: why should a little witch care about facts, when she was able to make appear or disappear everything she wanted! At least in theory… Well, to be honest –and Barbra was an honest little witch, kind of-, there was this awful creature inside the ball, wriggling and making terrible faces, and nothing like that was mentioned in her book. But she thought, they must have forgotten it, and if not, it was then an extra, and she would surely find something to do with the ugly dwarf. And anyway one shouldn´t look a gift dwarf in the mouth, should one?