Darla walked home from witch school. Something was following her. She hid behind a bush. “Yuck,” she said as she wiped off a big cobweb.
Along came a black kitty with orange eyes. It would have been scary except it was limping.
“Tricky,” Darla immediately named the cat, “What happened?” She picked up Tricky and noticed a cut on his paw.
Darla carried Tricky home. Her mom saw her and asked, “Who have we here?”
Darla said, “Tricky is hurt and needs your healing potion?”
“Yes, let’s get Tricky healed and feed him a treat.”
Darla smiled. Tricky was staying.