The World of Myth Magazine

"Stop sulking," Mom chided.

"I'm tired of waiting," thirteen-year-old Ginnie complained. She couldn't stay grumpy long, though, because she knew her mother was also excited harvesttime had finally come.

Mom was pleased about the cooler temperatures, using their fireplace, and the vivid foilage. Ginnie liked those things, too, but she loved flying and the yearly First Day of Harvesttime Flight. That's why she chafed at having to wait for everyone else to arrive.

When more witches finally began landing nearby, her eyes lit up.

"Ready to stir up some trouble?" her best friend, Kelly, asked.

Ginnie mounted her broomstick. "Yes!"

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