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it?’
    Granny drops the lizard’s tail and the dried-up frog into the bag.
    ‘Do we have to say special words with the spell?’ Biddy asks.
    ‘We will do it tonight,’ Granny says. ‘Spells work better at night when everyone is asleep .’
    Which is true. All the magical creatures in the Great Bushland sing their magical Incantation Songs at night. That is why you have to be careful at night-time. If one of their Incantation Songs accidentally rebounds and hits you, it can zap you and make you sick or dead. I shiver thinking about the Great Bushland Songs. But this is not a real one. It is just a lizard’s tail, dried-up frog and daisies potion. It isn’t scary at all.

    After dinner, Granny, Biddy and me and Matilda go into Biddy’s room. Granny puts the pretend spell bag on the floor and we stand around it in a circle. ‘Hold hands,’ Granny says. ‘Close your eyes. And repeat after me: Let us greet and love each other,’ she sings in a soft voice.
    ‘What are you doing?’ I ask. ‘Why are you singing?’ Potions don’t have singing. Spells and Incantation Songs have singing. ‘ Stop! ’ I yell.
    But they don’t stop. Biddy and Matilda copy Granny’s words carefully.
    If they make a proper spell Biddy will get a human friend. I’ve got to stop it working.
    They are holding hands. Dad and Biddy held hands to bind their promise. Maybe if I break the bond between their hands, it will wreck the spell. I race down and squeeze myself between Granny’s and Biddy’s hands and push. And push. And PUSH!
    But their hands stay tight together. And Granny continues singing the Spell Incantation Song. ‘ Diligamus nos salutat ,’ she says.
    I tickle Biddy on the palm. Perhaps if I can make her palm itchy she will have to let go to scratch it.
    But she just frowns and holds on tighter, still repeating Granny’s words exactly. ‘ Diligamus nos salutat .’
    Nothing is working! Biddy is going to get a boring human best friend and I will get eaten by the best friend’s cat!
    ‘Let us accept and love each other,’ Granny sings.
    What about Matilda?
    She felt me when me and the bubble landed on her. Perhaps I can make her break the spell. I dive between Biddy’s and Matilda’s hands and tickle Matilda’s palm.
    She smiles, opens her eyes and looks at Biddy but she keeps holding her hand and repeats Granny’s words correctly.

    Nothing is working. And Granny keeps singing: ‘ Esto et diligamus .’
    So, I bite Matilda’s palm.
    She frowns.
    Then I bite and pinch her and bite her again in the soft skin between her fingers.
    ‘Biddy, stop it!!’ Matilda yells, letting go of Biddy’s hand. ‘Stop pinching me.’
    ‘I didn’t!’ Biddy says, scratching her palm.
    ‘What is the matter?’ Granny asks. She lets both their hands go and stops singing.
    Yes. The Spell Incantation Song is broken. Whew!
    ‘You ruined the spell!’ Biddy yells.
    ‘I did not! You did!’
    ‘The spell will still work,’ Granny says.
    Which is a total fib. It takes a long time to make an Incantation Song.
    I’ve heard them making Incantation Songs in the Great Bushland. They sing the words over and over. Sometimes all night . Granny didn’t even get the whole spell said once.
    But Granny doesn’t care. She says, ‘Come on, off to bed,’ and picks up the spell bag and tosses it on the dressing table. ‘Spells work best when you are asleep .’

    Biddy lies in bed whispering, ‘I’m going to get a magic miracle girlfriend,’ over and over. She only stops when Granny climbs in to sleep in her spare bunk bed and says, ‘Shh, now, darling. Goodnight, Biddy.’
    I’m so exhausted. I drag myself into Biddy’s hair, make a quick hair nest and fall fast asleep.

Chapter nine
    a worried anxious night
    In the middle of the night Dad comes into Biddy’s room to wake up Granny. ‘It’s started,’ he whispers.
    ‘Oh, good ,’ Granny says and gets up.
    ‘What’s the matter?’ Biddy asks.
    ‘Go back to sleep, darling,’