“Which child," she says to herself all day long, "exactly which child shall I choose for my next squelching?"
      A REAL WITCH gets the same pleasure from squelching a child as you get from eating a plateful of strawberries and thick cream.
      She reckons on doing away with one child a week. Anything less than that and she becomes grumpy.

        One child a week is fifty-two a year.


        Squish them and squiggle them and make them disappear.

      That is the motto of all witches.”

A Note About Witches