Jasmine frowned and dropped her hands to her sides. She started whining. “I don’t like to do chores,” she said with a stomp of her foot.
“I don’t like to do chores,” Miss Twizzle mocked with a high, squeaky voice. She dropped her voice two octaves and said, “Now isn’t that too bad. That might have worked with your parents, but it won’t work with me. Get moving before I turn you into a fish!”
Miss Twizzle spun around. She slipped her hand in her pocket and pulled out her crooked wand, pointing it at Jasmine. “I’m warning you one last time,” the witch said between clenched teeth.
Jasmine wailed all the louder.
Twitching her wand, Miss Twizzle cried out, “Ickthomorphis.” Immediately, a beam of green light shot from the end of the wand and surrounded Jasmine.
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