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down on it and wiping the water out of his eyes. “Minty and I carried it in.”
    I had never seen Aunt Tabby make a startled horse expression before, so I was very interested in what she was going to say next, but she just whinnied like you had run out of sugar lumps and rolled her eyes.
    Then Wanda appeared. She was holding Maximilian’s hand .
    He was trotting beside her, his short littlelegs, which were even shorter than Wanda’s—if that is possible—having trouble keeping up as Wanda dragged him across the hall and started up the big cobwebby stairs that sweep up from the hall. “Come on, Max,” said Wanda, sounding like she was trying to get one of Barry’s frogs to do a particularly difficult jump, “I’ll show you your room. It’s called the Saturday bedroom and it’s really great. I have to share it with Araminta but you can have it all to yourself.”
    Max did not look convinced. He kept staring at me, and the more Wanda pulled him up the stairs, the more he hung back. I could see his point because who would want to be dragged anywhere by Wanda Wizzard? But Wanda kept on tugging.
    â€œDon’t take any notice of Araminta—she’salways making faces,” she told him in a loud voice while she stared right at me. “If she’s not careful, the wind will change and she will get stuck like that. Not that you’d notice.” Then she gave Max an extra-strong tug. Max gave in and they disappeared up the stairs.
    So guess who had to help carry the trunk all the way up to the Saturday bedroom? That’s right, Uncle Drac and I. Of course it wouldn’t fit up the rope ladder and through the little door at the top, so I let Wanda spend the rest of the afternoon climbing up and down the ladder with Max’s stuff, which was good for her, as she has gained a bit of weight recently.
    While Wanda was climbing up and down the ladder, I did some thinking. I had wondered how Pusskins was still managing to eat mycheese and onion chips even when she had disappeared. But it was obvious now that I thought about it. It wasn’t Pusskins who had been eating them, and it never had been. It was the werewolf .
    So if I wanted to ever eat cheese and onion chips again, there was a whole lot of stuff I had to do. And number one on the list was to get together a Werewolf Trapping Kit.

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BATS
    T he trouble with collecting any kind of trapping kit is that sometimes someone traps you while you are doing it. And that is what happened: Barry made me help him take all the bat poo sacks out to the front gate. I do not know why people want to buy bat poo but they do. Barry says it is due to strategic advertising, which is what he calls the sign he sticks on top of the sacks that says:

    When I asked Barry how he knew that the bats were happy, Barry said that he hadn’t heard any of them saying they were un happy and that was good enough for him.
    The rain had stopped while we were dragging out the sacks, but as we heaved the last one up against the hedge there was a sudden clap of thunder and the front door flew open with a bang. Great-aunt Emilene was standing on the top of the steps with Mathilda beside her. Rightbehind them I could see Aunt Tabby darting back and forth like a goalkeeper, making sure Great-aunt Emilene couldn’t get back in.
    â€œGood-bye, Mother,” said Aunt Tabby in the extra-polite telephone voice she uses when she means the exact opposite of what she is saying. “It has been so nice to see you. Do come again. And don’t worry about Maximilian, his little problem won’t bother us. After all, ha-ha, we’re used to Araminta .”
    I was glad that Great-aunt Emilene did not find this funny. She just glared at Aunt Tabby, then she threw the dead double ferret around her neck so fast that you could hear its glass eyes click together as she tottered off down the steps. Mathilda followed her and the skeleton Perkins