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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2012 0:56:03 GMT -5
Hi, I bought a lot f 50 used books of Baby Sitters and Little Sister books for my daughter and she's LOVING them... but it seems that a page has been ripped out of Little Sister #1. She's missing the first couple pages of Ch. 12.
Is anyone willing to scan in this Chapter for us and email it to us?
I'd hate to have to buy the book again...
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Post by virgoscorpio on Nov 13, 2012 16:16:54 GMT -5
I have the book somewhere! Unfortunately, because I moved, all of my BSC collection is in a big heap and needs to be organized. I'll try to find the book soon and I'll physically type in the first bit of Chapter 12 for you on here, so you have it
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2012 20:50:01 GMT -5
Thank you... the sooner the better... my daughter has ceased all reading of the Little Sister series until she has the page. The Chap is 4 pages and I'm missing the first 2, so we need the first half of the Chapter.
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Post by virgoscorpio on Nov 14, 2012 4:07:04 GMT -5
Chapter 12 - The Witch's Spell
As soon as Kristy was gone, I snapped up my window shade. I looked out at Morbidda Destiny's house. One light was on. That was all I could see.
I reached under my bed and pulled out an alarm clock. It was old. I found it in the basement. How did you set an alarm clock? I wasn't sure. But I wanted this one to take me up at a quarter to midnight.
I fiddled around with the buttons on the back. Then I would it up. When I was finished, I put the clock on the windowsill right next to my bed. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
This was my plan: The alarm clock would wake me up. I would look out my window. I would watch all the witches flying to Morbidda Destiny's house. I would watch them park their brooms on her room and her lawn. I would watch them go inside. Then, if they started to do anything they shouldn't, I would wake up the whole neighborhood. I would scream and yell. "It's the witches!" I would say. "The witches are up to their tricks. Quick! Run for your lives! Save yourselves!"
It was a great plan.
I would be a hero in Stoneybrook.
Probably, the mayor would give me a parade. I would get to ride in a car and wave to the people and wear a crown.
I closed by eyes and fell asleep.
I didn't wake up until 8:30 the next morning. That stupid alarm clock was looking right at me. It was ticking away cheerfully. But the alarm hadn't gone off.
I gasped. Morbidda Destiny must have put a spell on it! She must have figured out my plan. She didn't want me to wake up and warn everybody. So she said a witch's spell and burned a candle.
I bet she put a spell on everyone in the neighborhood, too! She must have done something so we would all stay asleep. That was the only way to hold a witch meeting, of course.
That darn old Morbidda Destiny, I thought. She was just too smart.
I wondered what had happened at the meeting. What had the witches talked about? What had they decided? Were they going to do anything to our neighborhood?
There was only one way to find out.
Spy.
Spy without getting caught, of course.
And today was my last chance to spy for two whole weeks. This afternoon, Mommy would pick Andrew and me up. We would go back to the little house.
I leaped out of bed. I took off my pajamas and put on my clothes.
I was going to have a busy day.
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