The dreadful strangers moved in on a wild and windy Thursday.'Fudgenuts,' cursed Picklewitch, adjusting her cracked binoculars to get a better view of the comings-and-goings.
'This won't do at all.
I bet they haven't even bought me any cake.'Picklewitch is, quite literally, out of her tree.
She has a nose for naughtiness, a taste for trouble and a weakness for cake.
And unluckily for brainbox Jack - winner of the 'Most Sensible Boy in School' for the third year running - she's about to choose him as her new best friend .
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