Hello, this is Natasha and I'm here with a later story about Katie.

As you perhaps know, Katie and Homer are witches, but they do their best to fit into ordinary life.

Usually they are very close to one another, almost like best friends.

But Katie, well, she's getting older and she's almost turned into something pretty dreadful

a teenager yes i'm ashamed to say it happened to me too i was a teenager once i couldn't it. And neither could Katie. At seven o'clock,

on a cold winter's morning, Katie's crystal ball chimed its call to rise and shine. At first, Katie

buried her face deeper into her pillow.

Then she reached out with an arm and knocked the ball off the side table.

It carried on, chiming until her cat, Solomon, jumped off the bed and whacked it with his paw.

Thank you, Solomon, said Katie, who turned over to face the wall.

Katie's mum pushed open the door and said,

"'Come on, Katie, time you were out of bed.' "'But, Mom, I don't feel well,' moaned Katie.

"'Well, you can't have another day off. Miss Files's already written to me

about your attendance. You've got to get up, like it or not. I told you, I feel sick, said Katie,

who still had her eyes closed and did not see her mum wink at Solomon. The cats sprung back up

onto the bed and stuck his claws through the blankets into Katie's bottom. She screamed and jumped

up. Come on, get in the shower, ordered her mum. Katie was still grumbling when they drove to school. You're so heartless,

Mum. You don't seem to care about your daughter being sick, and he forced me to go to school

when my head's hurting, and, oh, hang on, I think I'm going to throw up. But fortunately, she didn't.

In the afternoon, Katie emerged out of school

"'with a disgruntled look on her face.

"'She sat in the car next to her mum and asked,

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