The Witches

‘Brilliant!’ my grandmother cried out. ‘By golly, I think you've got it!’

‘The only thing is,’ I said, ‘how will I know which food is theirs? I don't want to put it in the wrong saucepan. It would be disastrous if I turned all the other guests into mice by mistake, and especially you, Grandmamma.’

‘Then you'll just have to creep into the kitchen and find a good hiding-place and wait… and listen. Just lie there in some dark cranny listening and listening to what the cooks are saying… and then, with a bit of luck, somebody's going to give you a clue. Whenever they have a very big party to cook for, the food is always prepared separately.’

‘Right,’ I said. ‘That's what I'll have to do. I shall wait there and I shall listen and I shall hope for a bit of luck.’

‘It's going to be very dangerous,’ my grandmother said. ‘Nobody welcomes a mouse in the kitchen. If they see you, they'll squash you to death.’

‘I won't let them see me,’ I said.

‘Don't forget you'll be carrying the bottle,’ she said, ‘so you won't be nearly so quick and nippy.’

‘I can run quite fast standing up with the bottle in my arms,’ I said. ‘I did it just now, don't you remember? I came all the way up from The Grand High Witch's room carrying it.’

‘What about unscrewing the top?’ she said. ‘That might be difficult for you.’

‘Let me try,’ I said. I took hold of the little bottle and using both my front paws, I found I was able to unscrew the cap quite easily.

‘That's great,’ my grandmother said. ‘You really are a very clever mouse.’ She glanced at her watch. ‘At half-past seven,’ she said, ‘I shall go down to the Dining-Room for supper with you in my handbag. I shall then release you under the table together with the precious bottle and from then on you'll be on your own. You will have to work your way unseen across the Dining-Room to the door that leads into the kitchen. There will be waiters going in and out of that door all the time. You will have to choose the right moment and nip in behind one of them, but for heaven's sake be sure that you don't get trodden on or squeezed in the door.’

‘I'll try not to,’ I said.

‘And whatever happens, you mustn't let them catch you.’

‘Don't go on about it, Grandmamma. You're making me nervous.’

‘You're a brave little fellow,’ she said. ‘I do love you.’

‘What shall we do with Bruno?’ I asked her.

Bruno looked up. ‘I'm coming with you,’ he said, speaking with his mouth full of banana. ‘I'm not going to miss my supper!’

My grandmother considered this for a moment. ‘I'll take you along,’ she said, ‘if you promise to stay in my bag and keep absolutely silent.’

‘Will you pass food down to me from the table?’ Bruno asked.

‘Yes,’ she said, ‘if you promise to behave yourself. Would you like something to eat, my darling?’ she said to me.

‘No, thank you,’ I said. ‘I'm too excited to eat. And I've got to keep fit and frisky for the big job ahead.’

‘It's a big job all right,’ my grandmother said. ‘You'll never do a bigger one.’

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In the Kitchen

‘The time has come!’ my grandmother said. ‘The great moment has arrived! Are you ready, my darling?’

It was exactly half-past seven. Bruno was in the bowl finishing that fourth banana. ‘Hang on,’ he said. ‘Just a few more bites.’

‘No!’ my grandmother said. ‘We've got to go!’ She picked him up and held him tight in her hand. She was very tense and nervous. I had never seen her like that before. ‘I'm going to put you both in my handbag now,’ she said, ‘but I shall leave the clasp undone.’ She popped Bruno into it first. I waited, clutching the little bottle to my chest. ‘Now you,’ she said. She picked me up and gave me a kiss on the nose. ‘Good luck, my darling. Oh, by the way, you do realize you've got a tail, don't you?’

‘A what?’ I said.

A tail. A long curly tail.’

‘I must say that never occurred to me,’ I said. ‘Good gracious me, so I have! I can see it now! I can actually move it! It is rather grand, isn't it?’