Missy - Zaps bird

‘I do love the spring. Oh, look. A little bird. What kind of a bird is that, children?’

The children moved closer as Missy threw open the sash window.

Jack began, ‘I think it’s a—’

‘Dead bird!’ Green lightning burst from Missy’s cameo brooch and sizzled the songbird on the spot. One second it was sitting on a branch singing a gay little tune, the next it was a shower of ashes. ‘It doesn’t matter,’ Missy sighed. ‘I hate birds. Nasty, squeaking things. Like children, really. I hate children as well, did I warn you about that?’

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The Missy Chronicles: Teddy Sparkles Must Die!