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3rd Annual Halloween Contest 2000 "Dear Agatha . . ." - First Place by Moira Richards

Dear Agatha, I do hope this finds you well! ... and that you are almost recovered from that nasty little splinter accident? It's a sad fact that the quality of wood they use for brooms is not what it used to be. You will be fit to ride again in time for the annual convention, I trust? We are expecting a bumper turnout this year and of course, the Invitations Committee is having the usual problem with Merlin. He will get a whole delegation of his cronies to lodge a protest every year, no matter how often it's explained that it's not a gender thing but just a matter of the brooms. I've yet to see one of them who is prepared to take the time and effort to learn how to use one properly - they all think they are far too grand to use such a humble item!

Zelda has at last retired from the Travel and Directions Committee and I have been appointed in her place. I am determined to make a better job of it than she did! Every year somebody got lost because her maps were so badly drawn up, and I will never forgive her for all the trouble our coven had in 1605. We got so lost in that dreadful Scotland that we had to stop and cook up a whole cauldron of potion to try and clear the weather before we could even see where we were. My dear, we had such trouble to find all the right ingredients! The shops there are so primitive, we could barely find enough snake fillet, Edna had to beg a street hawker for chestnuts and it was quite by chance that Helga managed to get a fresh pilot's thumb.

The only thing that was aplenty was men - dozens of them walking back and forth, waving swords around and making great speeches - but of course we only needed one and he caused more problems than he was worth in the end too. All because my sisters got his title wrong! I knew he was the Thane of Glamis, but Helga thought he was a king and Edna mixed him up with Cawdor and they both contradicted me right there in front of the man. Of course, we all tried to cover up once we realized he had overheard us, but by then he was no good for the potion and we had to let him go and look for another one. That wasn't as easy as you might think either! No sooner would we find a suitable one than he would end up with his throat cut - a very short life span they seem to have in those parts. To top it all, old Hecate pitched up all in a tizzy because we were on her turf and had infringed some sort of copyright and she insisted on being present when we brewed again. The dratted Thane came back too (just as we were at the most important part of the spell) with a hundred silly questions and we had to distract him with a few interactive videos so we could begin to clear the weather and get out of the sodden place!

Anyway my dear, as I said, I have done a much more careful job with the directions and your copy should arrive soon. Oh, and do remember not to ride over Kansas and Munchkinland! We never use that route since our dear sister in the East had her tragic accident.

I look forward to seeing you soon,
Love and hisses
Imelda

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