Golden Box Book Publishing Three Ghosts in a Black Pumpkin | Page 25

Wishbone sighed; he sounded exactly like a wind chime
swaying in the breeze. “He imprisoned them inside a black
pumpkin.”
Jack suddenly grew very nervous. He looked at the black
pumpkin and asked, “You don’t mean this pumpkin, do you?”
“Of course he does!” said Nikki.
“Good thing we didn’t carve it,” Jack said. “But what about
you, Mister Wishbone? What happened to you?”
Wishbone scratched his skull and said, “When the Healing
Witch told me that the three Wishmothers had been murdered
and their Wands stolen by Hobgoblin, I snuck into Crag Heap
one night, stole the Wands from Hobgoblin and hid them away.
But as I was tiptoeing toward the door trying to find my way in
the dark, a tiny flake of silver from my right arm got scraped off
when I brushed up against a metal door frame. That piece of
silver was the only clue left behind, but it was enough for
Hobgoblin to know I had robbed him.”
“How did you sneak into the castle?” Nikki asked Wishbone.
“The Healing Witch taught me a few spells, which in my
present condition I can no longer use,” he said. “I used the first
spell to make myself invisible. Then, once I got away with the
three Wands, I used some other spells to disguise them as a
popcorn ball, a plastic mask, and a rubber bat.”
“A baseball bat?” asked Jack.
“No, the kind of bat that flies but it’s made of rubber.”
“It’s not polite to interrupt people when they’re talking, Jack,”
Nikki scolded him.
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