*~*~*~*Who stole Kitty's Whiskers???????*~*~*~*
Sabrina ran downstairs, a brush in one hand and her school bag in the other. Her hair was a mess.
"I'm gonna be late!" she panted. "Salem, where's my breakfast?"
"Over there," he said, jerking his head to one side. "In the bread box."
"But Aunt Hilda promised me she'd put my toast on!" groaned Sabrina. "She knew I was going into school early!"
Salem glanced up from reading a book: "How to make your cat happy," and laughed.
"Do you know what it says here?" he said. "It says any cat can be conned with a ball of yarn! Perlease! By the way it is my fault Hilda didn't make the breakfast-I didn't wake her up. She told me I had to. Hahahaha!"
Sabrina knew this was a lie as Hilda wasn't in her bed. But Salem thought it was a great joke, and was laughing his paws off. Sabrina pointed, and an enormous ball of yarn appeared. Salem stopped laughing and stared.
"Please tell me this is what I think it is?" he said, looking at Sabrina in delight.
"Something you said didn't make cats happy?" she said.
"Oh yeah," he said. "I thought it was-something else." Hilda came bustling in. "Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry. I didn't put on your toast. Let me..."
"No I'll do it," grumbled Sabrina. She pointed at the toaster and a couple of slices of toast flew into the air and into her hand.
Hilda frowned. "I'm sorry," she said. "I knew it was going to be hard work again." She gave Sabrina a hug.
"I'm gonna have to eat these on the way to school," she said. She walked out the kitchen door, then looked in. Salem was jumping on the yarn, having the best time of his life. Well, his second life, thought Sabrina. He lost one yesterday when he walked in front of the speeding milk float. She walked to school.
"Hey Harvey," she said, bouncing up to him.
"Hey. Have you revised for French?" he said, shutting his locker and walking with her to Science, where Mr Poole was waiting for them eagerly.
"No," she said, laughing, as Mr Poole pounced on them. He was smiling, a thing he hardly ever did.
"Look," he said, holding up a newspaper. "We got on the front page with our Science experiment we did last Tuesday!"
"Wow," said Sabrina. "That's good. Did we win?" Sabrina, Harvey and Mr Poole had entered a Science contest last week, competing against people from other schools. There's was to do with Sodium and how it burns in water, and they'd managed to make a huge flame come up from the sodium they put in WITHOUT HURTING ANYONE, which was a first for Mr Poole.
"We came second," he said miserably. "But we won a tenner each."
"10 dollars?" said Sabrina. Harvey laughed. "No, 10 cents," he said.
"$10 isn't too bad," she said. "In fact, I can buy that cute top now without having to go delving into my savings."
Mr Poole gave her and Harvey their money. They went to sit down.
"Hi Harvey," said The Dreaded Voice, Libby Chesler, who came to sit next to Harvey. Harvey grinned. "Hi," he said.
"What are you doing after school?" asked Libby. Harvey looked a bit worried. Sabrina looked at him. She knew he wasn't doing anything, but he didn't want to go out with Libby Chesler. But he didn't like telling lies, or being nasty.
"He's going to the Slicery for a date with me, aren't you Harvey?" she said, not wanting to look at him.
"Yes," came the reply. Sabrina was surprised. She thought Harvey would muck it up. He smiled at her gratefully after Libby had gone.
"Thanks," he said. "Umm, can we go to the Slicery after school? I'd really like that."
"Sure," said Sabrina, and smiled.
You may not have realised, in fact you probably haven't, but Sabrina and Harvey have recently broken up, because Harvey's dad wanted him to go out with other girls other than Sabrina. Now his dad was cool about it, but Sabrina didn't know whether she dared asking him out again. They were still good friends, but, until today, Harvey hadn't been out with her. Sabrina hoped this would mean something.
He leant over and pecked her on the cheek. She was so used to it she didn't notice until after it had happened. She looked up in astonishment, but Harvey mistook it for annoyance. He went really red.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"I'm not," said Sabrina, and smiled. "Not at all."
After school they went to the Slicery. Harvey kissed her again, this time on the lips. Sabrina liked it.
When he asked her to go steady, she whooped with glee, and nodded. And luckily, Libby was there, just so she could make sure he was really out, and witnesed it all. She looked ready to kill!
Harvey walked Sabrina back. "I'll be able to drive next week," he said. "And I'll take you out."
Sabrina nodded. They kissed at the front door. Then Sabrina walked inside.
There was pandemonium. Zelda came rushing out of the kitchen, looking very white. "Salem's whiskers have been stolen!" she exclaimed, and ran upstairs, presumably to look for them.
She went into the kitchen. Salem was doing his annoying sob (a he he he he he he) and Hilda was comforting him.
Sabrina banged her books down on the table. "Explain," she demanded.
So Hilda did, while Salem was crying. "Look at him," she said. "Not one whisker."
"So?"
Hilda took her to one side. "When a cat loses his whiskers that's really a man, when he turns back into a man he hasn't got a-a," she stopped suddenly.
"What?" asked Sabrina, giggling.
"Any hair!"
Sabrina burst out laughing. Salem looked up indignantly.
"What's wrong with that?" he asked.
"You're gonna be bald! You're gonna be bald," she chanted.
There was a knock upstairs from the linen closet. Zelda ran upstairs to answer it. She came down with a big police officer from the Other Realm.
"Do you know who stole them?" she asked the officer.
"Yes we do," he said sternly. He pointed at Sabrina.
"Miss Sabrina Spellman, I'm arresting you for stealing
valuable cat whiskers. You do not have to say
anything..."