Missy - Tissue Compression Eliminator 2

Missy turned back and snarled. ‘I’m ten times the woman your previous governess is. Twenty times! A hundred times!’

Jack gasped. ‘That isn’t true!’

‘Oh?’ Missy stuck out her tongue and crossed the room to the cupboard where supplies of exercise books and pencils were usually kept. ‘Look here, then.’

Missy lifted out a wooden box and opened its lid. The children gasped. Miss Pratt was lying crumpled inside, a mere ten inches tall and quite dead.

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The Missy Chronicles: Teddy Sparkles Must Die!