Kit-Cat 3: Kit-cat and The Magic Ball

"You'll never believe what just happened to me", said Kit-Cat climbing up and sitting on a branch next to his friend Mrs Hootowl.
"Hmm?", thought Mrs Hootowl, "I'm very clever. I'm sure I could guess. Did it have anything to do with Goblins or pink mice? I had a dream about those once perhaps what happened to you was like my dream".
"Goblins and pink mice?", said Kit-cat scratching his head, "No but it was just as strange".
I was walking through the forest, you see, the way I often do on a bright sunny day, when I came across a little girl who was sitting underneath a tree and sobbing.
"Why are you crying little girl?", I asked.
The little girl looked up and seeing me, wiped away the tears from her eyes.
"Because I've lost my ball", she said, "I was playing with it; throwing it up in the air when, by accident, I threw it up into the tree and now I can't get it down. Its too high for a little girl to climb".
I looked up at the tree.
"It doesn't look particularly tall", I thought and I said to the little girl, "Well its not too high for a cat to climb. I'm sure that I can get it out of the tree for you".
"Oh would you", the little girl said, her face brightening,"I would be so happy if I could just get my ball back again".
"Why ofcourse", I said, leaping up onto the trunk of the tree and starting to climb, with my claws up into its branches, "I'd be happy to help".
But then, when I had climbed very high in the tree, almost to the top, I saw what I thought must be the ball but it did not look like a childrens toy.
It was glowing with a bright light for one thing and it seemed to be made of a kind of glass.
Then, picking it up in my paws, I examined it more closely.
"Why this is no ordinary ball", I thought, "Its like some kind of magic crystal ball".
But then I heard that little girl calling from below the tree.
"Have you found it?", she asked, sounding more excitable than before.
"I've found something but it doesn't look like a childs ball. Its glowing", I told her.
"Thats it!", said the little girl, "Throw it down to me".
And that's when I started to grow suspicious.
"But what does a little girl want with a glowing magic ball?", I asked.
"Never mind that", said the little girl, "Just throw it down and I'll catch it".
"No", I said, "Not until I get a proper explanation".
"Very well", I heard the girl say and as she spoke I heard her voice start to change, becoming deeper and cracklier until it sounded, to me, more like the voice of an old woman, "If you must know, I am not a little girl at all. I am Velda the magnificent, a very powerful witch and that ball belongs to me but a rival of mine stole it from me and hiding it in the branches of that tree placed a spell upon it so that I couldn't climb it. Now if you would kindly throw it down to me, please".
But though I had found it easy to trust the little crying girl because of my soft hearted nature, I really wasn't sure wether I should trust an old witch, particularly one who had already decieved me.
And thats when I said,
"If only my friend, Mrs Hootowl was here. She's always so wise. She would know just what to do".
And just then, much to my astonishment, that magic ball, right before my eyes, started to change shape, infact it changed into exactly what I had been thinking of; an owl except that it wasn't you Mrs Hootowl, it was a toy stuffed owl that just looked like you and made a mechanical hooting sound.
"Thats amazing", I thought, "It must turn into whatever I wish for".
But then, suddenly, thats when I had this clever idea.
"Alright", I called down to the witch, "I'll throw it down to you if you stand and wait below to catch it".
"Okay", said the witch, putting out her arms and looking up into the branches of the tree, "I'm ready. Let me have it".
And thats just what I did, I made a wish for the ball to turn into something big and heavy and so rather than a small glowing ball, what fell out of the tree and onto the witch was a heavy iron cannon ball and it landed with a hard whack upon her pointy hat, flattening it and knocking the witch unconcious.
Then, seeing the witch lying flat out on the ground, thats when I decided to leap out of the tree and touching the heavy cannon ball wished it back into its original brightly glowing form before, picking it up, I ran off with it into the forest.
And I was sure that that was the last I would see of the old witch but then the ball in my hands started to fill with a picture; a brightly coloured picture of the witch lying unconcious under the tree.
Then, to my amazement, I saw the spirit of the unconcious witch rise out of her sleeping body and, looking down upon it, start to kick it.
"Wake up!", I heard the witches spirit shout to her body, "Wake up will you? That thief is getting away with our magic ball".
Her body started to snore loudly.
So then, waving a finger in the air, the witch's spirit conjured up a bucket of ice water and, with only a command, made that bucket rise up in the air and tip itself over the face of her sleeping self.
Then with a start, the witch woke up; her spirit, presumably, back inside her body and then, magically reducing the bump I had given her upon her head to only a pimple and unflattening the conical crown of her witch's hat, she pulled a long broomstick out of the hat and climbing onto it, flew off into the forest after me.
Ofcourse I started to run again, as fast as I could, but I hadn't gotten very far before I heard this loud, eery, evil cackling echo through the forest and then, looking round, I saw the witch upon her flying broom flying, fast as a bullet, towards me.
"I've got you now, you little thief", I heard her say, her eyes glowing like hellish flames of wicked glee as she saw me, "And when I get my magic ball back I'm going to turn you into a cat coat or a cat hat or maybe some nice warm furry slippers".
Ofcourse, I was sure that I was done for then.
"If only I had something powerful enough to stop that witch", I thought.
But then, looking down at the magic ball in my hands, I remembered the toy owl and the cannon ball.
"Wait a minute", I thought to myself, "This ball will turn into anything I wish for. Even a way out of this".
So then, concentrating my mind as hard as I could, I said,
"I wish for whatever will stop that witch and make her never bother me or my enchanted forest again".
Then, suddenly, thats when the strangest thing of all happened because then the magic ball started to crack open just like a huge birds egg, purple smoke and flashes of strange purple light pouring from its cracks  and then, the ball splitting wide open, suddenly, out of it there hatched this  gigantic, spotty, purple, fire breathing dragon, taller than any tree I have ever seen and then, seeing the dragon, the witch made her broom screech to a halt  then, turning tail in terror, she flew back out of the forest as fast as she could with that firebreathing, purple dragon chasing close behind her, its fiery breath so hot that it set fire to the bristles of her broom.
"I hope thats the last time I ever see that witch", I said to myself.
"But Kit-cat", said Mrs Hootowl after listening quietly to Kit-cats strange story, "You could have turned that magic ball into anything; a pile of gold coins; a big mansion, anything that your heart desired. Why did you let it go?".
"Well", replied Kit-cat, "Because I have you and Sparklette and all my other friends and my little home in the enchanted forest. What more does a cat need?".