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Authors: R. L. Stine
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according to the book, you point at the poor victims and whisper,
“Chicken chicken!”
Just as Vanessa had done to us.
“It looks pretty easy,” I told Cole. “Stop dancing around, and I’ll bluuuck
try it.”
He stopped his frantic flapping and circling. He turned to me. “Don’t forget
to cluuuck bluuck,” he called.
I knew what he meant. He was reminding me to do the spell backwards.
Hmm… I glanced over the spell. That wasn’t going to be so easy. But I had
no choice. I had to try it.
Balancing the heavy, old book in one hand, I pointed to Cole, then to myself, with my free hand. “Chicken chicken,” I
whispered.
Okay. That was the very end of the spell.
I lowered my eyes to the bottom of the page. And I started to read the words,
going up: “Cluck cluck chick. Chick cluck cluck chick.”
The spell instructed me to take three steps forward and two to the right. So
I took two steps to the left, then three steps back.
I moved my scrawny chicken finger over the words, being careful to read them
in reverse order:
“Chick cluck chick cluck. Cluck cluck chick.”
Then, following the instructions backwards, I took two giant steps, then
three steps to the right. I flapped my arms and clucked four times.
Then I read the first words of the spell at the top of the page:
“Cluck cluck chick cluck. Cluck chick cluck.”
That was it.
That was the whole spell. I had done it completely backwards.
Would it work? Would reversing Vanessa’s spell turn Cole and me back to
normal?
Would it do anything at all?
Yes.
Suddenly, I began to feel strange. My arms and legs began to itch like crazy.
The feathers up and down my arms shot straight out.
The book fell from my hand and thudded loudly to the floor.
Egg-shaped spots sparkled in front of my eyes.
When the spots faded, the room turned purple and started to tilt.
“Hey—something is happening!” Cole cried in a tiny voice. He sounded far,
far away.
Yes, something is happening, I agreed, grabbing the window ledge to keep from
falling.
Something is happening.
But what?
24
I felt so dizzy. The room rocked and swayed.
The floor suddenly appeared so far away. I blinked. Once. Twice.
The floor still seemed a mile below.
“Cluck cluck, Cole—?” I turned to my brother. Then I let out a shrill squawk
of horror.
Now I knew why the floor seemed so far down. Cole and I had GROWN!
We weren’t chickens anymore. We were BIIIIIG chickens!
“I—I’m as big as a horse! ” I cried.
I gazed up. The ceiling was only an inch or two above my head.
Cole uttered a startled moan. His whole body trembled. Enormous feathers
shook free and fell to the floor. He flapped his arms, and more feathers tumbled
off him.
I saw Vanessa’s black cat back into the hallway. Its yellow eyes were wide
with fear. It arched its back and raised its tail and hissed at us furiously.
I took a step toward Cole. My big, feathery body bobbed in front of me. “I—I must have bluuuuuck done something wrong!” I told my brother.
Cole hopped up and down, bobbing his head. He clicked his beak, but no sound
came out. Finally, he choked out, “Crystal—try again.”
Yes. He was right. I had to try to reverse the spell again.
Maybe I couldn’t turn us back into humans. But I might be able to shrink us
back to our normal size.
I bent over to find the book on the floor. It was hard to find. I was so
tall, the book looked about the size of a CD case!
It wasn’t easy to pick it up, either. It kept sliding out from my scraggly
chicken fingers.
It seemed like hours before I managed to find the spell again. Then I
raised the little book up close to my right eye and began to perform the spell
backwards once again.
Please, please, I prayed. Let me get it right this time. Please, let
Vanessa’s spell reverse itself.
I finished up with the final: “Cluck cluck chick cluck. Cluck chick cluck.”
Would it work?
I heard Cole let out a choked cluck from
“Chicken chicken!”
Just as Vanessa had done to us.
“It looks pretty easy,” I told Cole. “Stop dancing around, and I’ll bluuuck
try it.”
He stopped his frantic flapping and circling. He turned to me. “Don’t forget
to cluuuck bluuck,” he called.
I knew what he meant. He was reminding me to do the spell backwards.
Hmm… I glanced over the spell. That wasn’t going to be so easy. But I had
no choice. I had to try it.
Balancing the heavy, old book in one hand, I pointed to Cole, then to myself, with my free hand. “Chicken chicken,” I
whispered.
Okay. That was the very end of the spell.
I lowered my eyes to the bottom of the page. And I started to read the words,
going up: “Cluck cluck chick. Chick cluck cluck chick.”
The spell instructed me to take three steps forward and two to the right. So
I took two steps to the left, then three steps back.
I moved my scrawny chicken finger over the words, being careful to read them
in reverse order:
“Chick cluck chick cluck. Cluck cluck chick.”
Then, following the instructions backwards, I took two giant steps, then
three steps to the right. I flapped my arms and clucked four times.
Then I read the first words of the spell at the top of the page:
“Cluck cluck chick cluck. Cluck chick cluck.”
That was it.
That was the whole spell. I had done it completely backwards.
Would it work? Would reversing Vanessa’s spell turn Cole and me back to
normal?
Would it do anything at all?
Yes.
Suddenly, I began to feel strange. My arms and legs began to itch like crazy.
The feathers up and down my arms shot straight out.
The book fell from my hand and thudded loudly to the floor.
Egg-shaped spots sparkled in front of my eyes.
When the spots faded, the room turned purple and started to tilt.
“Hey—something is happening!” Cole cried in a tiny voice. He sounded far,
far away.
Yes, something is happening, I agreed, grabbing the window ledge to keep from
falling.
Something is happening.
But what?
24
I felt so dizzy. The room rocked and swayed.
The floor suddenly appeared so far away. I blinked. Once. Twice.
The floor still seemed a mile below.
“Cluck cluck, Cole—?” I turned to my brother. Then I let out a shrill squawk
of horror.
Now I knew why the floor seemed so far down. Cole and I had GROWN!
We weren’t chickens anymore. We were BIIIIIG chickens!
“I—I’m as big as a horse! ” I cried.
I gazed up. The ceiling was only an inch or two above my head.
Cole uttered a startled moan. His whole body trembled. Enormous feathers
shook free and fell to the floor. He flapped his arms, and more feathers tumbled
off him.
I saw Vanessa’s black cat back into the hallway. Its yellow eyes were wide
with fear. It arched its back and raised its tail and hissed at us furiously.
I took a step toward Cole. My big, feathery body bobbed in front of me. “I—I must have bluuuuuck done something wrong!” I told my brother.
Cole hopped up and down, bobbing his head. He clicked his beak, but no sound
came out. Finally, he choked out, “Crystal—try again.”
Yes. He was right. I had to try to reverse the spell again.
Maybe I couldn’t turn us back into humans. But I might be able to shrink us
back to our normal size.
I bent over to find the book on the floor. It was hard to find. I was so
tall, the book looked about the size of a CD case!
It wasn’t easy to pick it up, either. It kept sliding out from my scraggly
chicken fingers.
It seemed like hours before I managed to find the spell again. Then I
raised the little book up close to my right eye and began to perform the spell
backwards once again.
Please, please, I prayed. Let me get it right this time. Please, let
Vanessa’s spell reverse itself.
I finished up with the final: “Cluck cluck chick cluck. Cluck chick cluck.”
Would it work?
I heard Cole let out a choked cluck from
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