My son's first novel: THE MAGIC BROOM (BY PEACE KANG)

THE MAGIC BROOM

       BY: PEACE KANG

Some times witches’ brooms loose power. In most times, the witches feel the power running out, so they change to a new broom. But unfortunately some times their brooms run out of power in an instant, and they fall off. 

And that’s what happened this one afternoon, a widow was taking a walk in her garden when a witch fell in her cabbage patch. She looked down and saw the witch. The witch was wounded so the widow picked the witch up and carried the witch into her house and placed the witch carefully on her bed. The witch fell sound asleep and woke up in middle of the night all her wounds were healed and she tip toed out of the room and quietly past the sleeping widow and out the door and waited outside until another witch came and had a nice talk and flew off, and into the night. 

The very next day the widow heard sweeping out the bedroom door. Curiously she walked out the door and guess what she saw? She saw a broom sweeping by it self. But then she thought it will be useful for a broom to sweep instead of her. After a while the widow got bored of all the sweeping and thought if the broom could learn something, other than sweeping, so she taught the broom to do all sorts of stuff but the broom was an extraordinary student, since when you show it how to do once, you don't have to teach it twice. One afternoon while the broom was chopping trees, the widow told about every one of her neighbours that she had a magic broom, when one of the them wanted the proof. When the husband of the other family said: THAT BROOM HAS TO BE REMOVED AS SOON AS POSSIBLE and the wife agreed. That afternoon, three men were at the door and they were there to burn the broom! So the widow led them in and whispered:The broom sleeps right there. So they lifted the broom and burned it to ashes. The next day the widow telling frightening news: She has seen the ghost of the broom at night. The mean people who burned the broom didn't believe her, but the next night they saw it! The ghost of the broom! And the next night, he saw the ghost again carrying an axe but closer. The next night they heard five loud BANG on their door. The widow was asleep when she heard music she woke up and saw the broom then she said, “You have used your white paint wisely, go have a bath and rinse the paint off?” And so the broom did.

THE END