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thread, unwinding from the wheel, wraps him closer and closer; and the more he spins and turns and somersaults head over heels, the more tangled he gets, till at last he cannot move a paw or even swing his indignant tail; and lies on his back a helpless, mewing bundle.
Fortunately at this moment there is a shadow across the moon, and Witch Hex flies home, riding on her broomstick, a basket on her arm.
The Witch. [Alighting and setting her broom-stick away.] There! Glad to be home at last. Where is Queen Brangomar? I thought she'd be here before me with Snow White's heart. I had to go half way to the Moon for the other ingredients for that magic hair-restorer; but I've got them all, safe in my basket. Where is that lazy-bones Cat of mine? [She calls.] Fiddle, Fiddle, Fiddle!
- [The only answer is a faint mew from something like a huge ball of yarn in
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