AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just to clear things up a little, this is *NOT* crossed over with Hanna-Barbera's "Winsome Witch." She just happens to have the same name, because I couldn't think of anything better. But it is *NOT* Hanna-Barbera's Winnie Witch. The ponies, Megan, Twinkles, Hydia, Draggle, and Reeka belong to Hasbro, and Julie and Winnie belong to me.

It was a beautiful day in Ponyland. But that's not what the Witches from the Volcano of Gloom would think.

"What a disgustingly beautiful day outside today!" Hydia shouted. "Smell that fresh air!"

Reeka and Draggle breathed in the fresh air, and began coughing and wheezing.

"Smells awful, Hydia!" Reeka shouted. "How can those little ponies stand it?!"

"You know those little ponies," Hydia grumbled. "They think everything is just wonderful! Well, I'll put a stop to that! Where's my spell book?!"

Hydia began scrounging through the house on top of the volcano, throwing things everywhere. She had finally unearthed her spell book when the doorbell rang. Hydia was less than please.

"Dooooohhhhh!" she shouted. "DRAGGLE! Get the door!"

"Yes, Mama," Draggle said.

"What . . . . . did you . . . . CALL ME?!" Hydia yelled at the top of her voice.

"Hydia! Hydia! I mean Hydia!"

Draggle ran to answer the door before she could make Hydia madder than she was now! She opened the door, and something came zooming in at an alarmingly fast pace.

"Whoooaaaa!" Draggle shouted as she stumbled backwards, and landed on top of her sister.

"Hey!" Reeka shouted. "Watch where you're falling!"

Draggle didn't say anything. The flying object came back and began knocking things off the walls. The noise brought Hydia upstairs.

"What's going on up here?!" she shouted. "Good grief. A witch tries to get a little dishonest day's work done . . . . ."

Before Hydia could go on, she was clobbered right in the face by whatever it was that was flying by. She ended up flat on her back, and whatever it was that was flying around stopped.

"Hi, Aunt Hydia," a little witch, about ten years old, said. She had red hair in a pageboy cut, and freckles. She wore a purple dress with a black belt and gold buckle, purple tights, black shoes with gold buckles on them, and a purple pointed hat.

"Oh no," Reeka groaned.

"Not cousin Winnie!" Draggle moaned.

"Winnie, what are you doing here?!" Hydia shouted.

"Mama wrote and said I'd be dropping in," Winnie said. "Didn't you get her letter?"

"No, we don't get mail," Hydia said. "We keep a live alligator in the mailbox."

Suddenly, the quartet heard growling, and a scream from outside.

"YAAAHHHH!"

The scream stopped abruptly, and was followed by the licking of lips, and a small burp.

"That's the fifth mailman we lost this week," Hydia said with a cackle.

"Yeah, and it's only Tuesday," Draggle said.

"Oh well," Winnie said. "So are the little ponies still givin' ya trouble, Aunt Hydia?"

"Never you mind, Winnie," Hydia said. "Go play with Reeka and Draggle. I've got work to do! I've got to make Ponyland dark, dank, and dreary!"

Hydia left the room, leaving her niece with her daughters. Winnie looked at Reeka and Draggle, and gave them a sneaky look.

"Oh boy, we're gonna have fun!" she shouted.

Reeka and Draggle looked at each other, nervously. They never liked to be put in charge of their baby cousin. Winnie was fun loving, and very reckless. She liked to use her magic to annoy her cousins, and this time was no exception. Right away, she began zapping at Reeka and Draggle until they ran out of the house. Winnie jumped on her broom and followed them.

"You can run, but you can't hide!" she shouted as she sped off.