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how wonderful!”
    â€œOh, be quiet!” snapped Edna. “Don’t you realize we won’t be welcome anywhere now, Above or Below?” She sighed. “Oh, I will miss heaven.”
    â€œWhat’s it like?” asked Zozmagog. “I never got to see it, you know.”
    â€œIt’s… it’s… well, it’s heavenly,” said Edna.
    â€œIt sure is,” said Maybelle. “We’ve got choirs of angels, and troops of clowns. Music, light, and laughter all day long. Nectar dripping right out of the vine. And the dancing! Oh, I do love dancing on those golden streets of ours.”
    She fluttered into the air and began to do a little polka.
    â€œAnd the Pearly Gates,” sighed Edna. “You can see them shining in the dark no matter where you are.” She sniffed sadly. “I will miss it up there, Maybelle.”
    Zozmagog sighed. “I can’t let you give up all that for me, my darling little pookie-kumquat.”
    â€œI don’t have any choice,” said Edna. “Besides, you should have been there to begin with, and it’s my fault you’re not.” Straightening her shoulders, she said, “We’ll just have to make a little bit of heaven here on earth.”
    â€œBoy,” Maybelle muttered to Dr. Dekter. “She’s as gone as he is.”
    â€œYes,” said the doctor. “And it’s all very sweet. But you’ve got another problem right now.”
    â€œLike what?”
    â€œLike a village full of angry parents!” he said, pointing toward the forest.
    Even as he spoke, most of the population of the village came pouring out of the woods. The parents had their children firmly in tow, carrying them over their shoulders or pulling them along by their ears. The children were screaming and squalling, kicking and shouting.

    â€œLet me go!” screeched Susan. “Let me go!”
    â€œLook!” cried a woman at the front of the crowd. “There she is!”
    She was pointing at Edna.
    â€œI saw her waving a wand over the children,” continued the woman. “She’s the witch who caused all this!”
    â€œWitch?” said Edna in disbelief.
    â€œAnd that other woman is her helper!” shouted Susan’s mother. “They came to my house yesterday and persuaded me to send Susan into the woods. That’s when she changed. They must have cast an evil spell on her!”
    â€œEvil spell?” asked Maybelle in astonishment.
    â€œThere’s only one way to break a witch’s spell!” shouted one of the men. “Burn her!”
    The villagers took up the cry. “Burn them! Burn the witches!”

Chapter Thirteen
Out of the Blue
    â€œEdna!” cried Maybelle. “Do something!”
    â€œI can’t do anything,” said Edna, and for the first time Maybelle heard fear in her voice. “I have no powers. You do something.”
    â€œBut…” Maybelle took a deep breath. “Oh, all right. Here goes nothing.” Lifting her wand, she waved it at the crowd and shouted, “Zitzenspratz!”
    Immediately, everything went dark.
    Edna sighed. “For heaven’s sake, Maybelle, turn on the lights.”
    â€œSorry. Brechensprech!”
    Lightning crackled all around them. Horrendous bursts of thunder shook the sky. The darkness remained.
    â€œMaybelle,” said Edna quietly. “That’s very exciting, but it’s not going to help. In fact it will probably make things worse.”
    â€œI know, I know!” said Maybelle desperately. Waving her wand, she shouted, “Cut!”
    Instantly the thunder and lightning stopped. The light came back, and everyone could see again.
    â€œOh, lordy!” cried Zozmagog. “I know what the problem is!” Snatching Edna’s wand, he handed it to Maybelle. “Here,” he said. “Use this one!”
    He was too late. Several of the men had raced forward and