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trained her binoculars back onto the little family of four squirrels. They were running around a warm patch of grass beneath the oak trees. Still no change. Obviously the potion wasn’t working as well as the spray. Those squirrels should be hopping about looking very green and confused by now. They should be getting panicky about their sudden lack of bushy tails.
    If only she could see just one grasshopper! “AARRGH!” Suddenly a huge grasshopper loomed in front of her. It took a second or two of frantic flapping around her head before Petty realized she was still looking through the binoculars. The grasshopper was right on the lens.
    â€œYou crazy old baggage!” she scolded herself. She turned the binoculars around to peer at the insect on the lens. Maybe the potion had worked after all! But…no…all four squirrels were still racing around the grass.

    â€œJust a regular grasshopper,” she muttered. She flicked it away. It landed with a small click, by her left shoe. Then it started to disco dance. Another grasshopper hopped along and joined it. They shimmied left and then right. They whirled their feelers in the air as if they were auditioning for High School Musical .

    Unfortunately, Petty wasn’t looking. She was examining the S.W.I.T.C.H. potion bottle more closely. Suddenly she slapped her palm against her forehead. “You lunatic!” she said, crossly, to herself. “You pudding-brained clod! This is the antidote! Not the potion.” Now she began to rummage in her bag. “Where did I put the potion? And why did I use two of the same kind of bottle? Tsk! Oh, how annoying! The potion bottle must have fallen out in the car.”
    â€œIt’s not working,” said Josh. He gave up on the disco dance routine. “She’s not looking. We’ll have to jump up on her knee. If we don’t get that antidote soon we might never get back to school—or home—again!”
    â€œWon’t we just change back again anyway, after it’s worn off?” said Danny. “We did last time.”
    â€œI don’t know,” said Josh. “This is the potion version, remember, not the spray. We’ve never drunk it before. It might last forever for all we know! But if we stay out here much longer, we’ll just get eaten anyway. Oh will you stop that?”
    â€œSorry,” said Danny. He kicked away another brown blob of panic goo.
    â€œCome on—onto her knee!” said Josh. He was just about to jump when a shadow fell across them. He looked up and saw the vast bulk of another human. “Oh no! Someone’s come and sat on the bench with her! We can’t change back in front of someone else. Even if we do get to the antidote!”
    â€œMorning, Miss Potts,” shouted Mr. Grant. He lived around the corner.

    Petty sighed. “Hello, Mr. Grant.” The last thing she needed was some nosy neighbor interfering in her experiment. She put the bottle back into her bag.
    â€œWe have to get Petty to notice us!” insisted Danny. He glanced around nervously and gulped. “I don’t care who sees! I’m not staying here to get eaten.”
    â€œNice place to sit and watch the world go by, isn’t it?” yelled Mr. Grant. He was a bit deaf. He didn’t seem to realize that not everybody else was too.
    â€œHmm,” said Petty. She tried not to wrinkle her nose. Mr. Grant smelled of stale coffee and unwashed socks. He had liked her for years.
    â€œWhat’s this then?” shouted Mr. Grant. He suddenly picked the little green box up from the bench where it had slid from Petty’s lap. He flipped it open without even asking. He peered at the two glass cubes. “Oh! Very pretty!” he grinned, showing off his dark yellow teeth.
    â€œDo you mind?” Petty wrestled the box from him. She jammed it deep down into her coat pocket.
    â€œI’ve got one of those on my mantelpiece,”