Little Witch Lena stood in her sunny garden. She had her tiny, pointy black hat. She had her magic broom, Barnaby. It was a perfect morning to play. The sky was bright blue. The clouds looked like fluffy white sheep.
Lena tied her purple cape. She held Barnaby’s smooth handle tight. "Okay, Barnaby," she said happily. "Up we go!"
She waited for the big *whoosh*. She waited to fly high in the sky.
But there was no *whoosh*. Barnaby did a little wiggle. *Wiggle, wiggle.* Then, he did a funny hop. *Boing!* They jumped over a yellow flower. *Boing!* They jumped over a sleeping orange cat.
