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1 The nest began to grow. Mr. Gregg was very good at making the sticks stick together. After a while he said, Thats enough sticks. Now I want leaves and feathers and things like that to make the inside nice and soft. 31 Now the one thing that Mr. Gregg and his two boys loved to do more than anything else was to go hunting. Every Saturday morning they would take their guns and go off into the woods to look for animals and birds to shoot. Even Philip, who was only eight years old, had a gun of his own. I cant stand hunting. I just cant stand it. It doesnt seem right to me that men and boys get out of it. 3 33 This made me so cross that I started shouting at them. The boys laughed and made faces at me, and Mr. Gregg told me to go home and mind my own Ps and Qs. Well, that did it! I saw red. And before I was able to stop myself, I did something I never meant to do. I PUT THE MAGIC FINGER ON THEM ALL! 5 But when they got to the house, they found all the windows and doors closed. There was no way in. Just look at that beastly duck cooking at my stove! cried Mrs. Gregg as she flew past the kitchen window. How dare she! And look at that one holding my lovely gun! shouted Mr. Gregg. 35 Guess what? Whiskers began growing out of her face! They were long black whiskers, just like the ones you see on a cat, only much bigger. And how fast they grew! Before we had time to think, they were out to her ears! Of course the whole class started screaming with laughter, and then Mrs. Winter said, Will you be so kind as to tell me what you find so madly funny, all of you? And when she turned around to write something on the blackboard we saw that she had grown a tail as well! It was a huge bushy tail! I cannot begin to tell you what happened after that, but if any of you are wondering whether Mrs. Winter is quite all right again now, the answer is No. And she never will be. 7 And one of them is playing with my electric train!