The Witches

I don’t think anyone saw me. They were all too busy eating. But to reach the door leading to the kitchen I had to cross the main entrance to the Dining Room. I was just about to do this when in poured a great flood of females. I pressed myself against the wall clutching the bottle. At first I saw only the shoes and ankles of these women who were surging in through the door, but when I glanced up a bit higher I knew at once who they were. They were the witches coming in to dinner!

I waited until they had all passed me by, then I dashed on towards the kitchen door. A waiter opened it to go in. I nipped in after him and hid behind a big garbage bin on the floor. I stayed there for several minutes, just listening to all the talk and the racket. By golly, what a place that kitchen was!

THE NOISE!

And the STEAM!

And the of pots and pans!

And the cooks all SHOUTING!

And the waiters all rushing in and out from the Dining Room yelling the food orders to the cooks! ‘Four soups and two lambs and two fish for table twenty-eight! Three apple pies and two strawberry ice creams for number seventeen!’ Stuff like that going on all the time.