There were two cats who lived with a witch in a small round house in a deep dark forest.
Luck was a black cat with a white spot on his right eye and white stripes on his tail. Dusk was a white cat with a black spot on his left eye and black stripes on his tail.
Together they watched their master casting spells left and right. Then one night the witch said:
“I’ll be out in the library until sunrise, so be good and take care of the house.”
After a goodbye kiss, the witch left on her broomstick. Then, Luck turned to his brother.
“Dusk an opportunity is upon us,” he said with his mischievous grin. “When the cat is away, the mice come out to play.”
“But aren’t we the cats Luck?” asked Dusk with a yawn. “She told us to stay.”
“Who said she needs to know?” Luck asked. The black cat looked and found two brooms.
“I know what we can do. The master always flown on her broom, so why not we do it too?”
“We can fly too?” Dusk’s ears perked up.
“Yes, we could. We will fly higher than any bird could do. I know the master’s tricks so grab a broom and follow me.”
And so, the two cats grab a broom for themselves.
“Say the magic words with me,” Luck said.
“Up and high. High and up.
Zip and zoom. Zoom and zip.
Go up to the moon, head high to the stars.
Take us up higher than where we are!”
The brooms huffed and puffed and began to go above the floor.
“It’s working!” Dusk said.
“Of course,” replied Luck. “Now let us fly!”
The cats flown out the house, out of the forest, and towards the starry sky.
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