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The
scarecrow
whirled
round
and
hopped
for
the
open
door
.
“
Oh
,
no
!
”
Michael
cried
out
.
“
Stop
it
!
The
Witch
must
have
sent
it
so
that
she
could
get
it
in
here
!
”
Most
people
ran
after
the
scarecrow
.
Sophie
ran
the
other
way
,
through
the
broom
cupboard
into
the
shop
,
grabbing
her
stick
as
she
went
.
“
This
is
my
fault
!
”
she
muttered
.
“
I
have
a
genius
for
doing
things
wrong
!
I
could
have
kept
Miss
Angorian
indoors
.
I
only
needed
to
talk
to
her
politely
,
poor
thing
!
Howl
may
have
forgiven
me
a
lot
of
things
,
but
he
’
s
not
going
to
forgive
me
this
in
a
hurry
!
”
In
the
flower
shop
she
hauled
the
seven
-
league
boots
out
of
the
window
display
and
emptied
hibiscus
,
roses
,
and
water
out
of
them
onto
the
floor
.
She
unlocked
the
shop
door
and
towed
the
wet
boots
out
onto
the
crowded
pavement
.
“
Excuse
me
,
”
she
said
to
various
shoes
and
trailing
sleeves
that
were
walking
in
her
way
.
She
looked
up
at
the
sun
,
which
was
not
easy
to
find
in
the
cloudy
gray
sky
.
“
Let
’
s
see
.
Southeast
.
That
way
.
Excuse
me
,
excuse
me
,
”
she
said
,
clearing
a
small
space
for
the
boots
among
the
holiday
-
makers
.
She
put
them
down
pointing
the
right
way
.
The
she
stepped
into
them
and
began
to
stride
.
Zip
-
sip
,
zip
-
zip
,
zip
-
zip
,
zip
-
zip
,
zip
-
zip
,
zip
-
zip
,
zip
-
zip
.
It
was
as
quick
as
that
,
and
even
more
blurred
and
breathless
in
both
boots
than
in
one
.
Sophie
had
brief
glimpses
between
long
double
strides
:
of
the
mansion
down
at
the
end
of
the
valley
,
gleaming
between
trees
,
with
Fanny
’
s
carriage
at
the
door
;
of
bracken
on
a
hillside
;
of
a
small
river
racing
down
into
a
green
valley
;
of
the
same
river
sliding
in
a
much
broader
valley
;
of
the
same
valley
turned
so
wide
it
seemed
endless
and
blue
in
the
distance
,
and
a
towery
pile
far
,
far
off
that
might
have
been
Kingsbury
;
of
the
plain
narrowing
toward
mountains
again
;
of
a
mountain
which
slanted
so
deeply
under
her
boot
that
she
stumbled
in
spite
of
her
stick
,
which
stumble
brought
her
to
the
edge
of
a
deep
,
blue
-
misted
gorge
,
with
the
tops
of
trees
far
below
,
where
she
had
to
take
another
stride
or
fall
in
.
And
she
landed
in
crumbly
yellow
sand
.
She
dug
her
stick
in
and
looked
carefully
round
.
Behind
her
right
shoulder
,
some
miles
off
,
a
white
,
steamy
mist
almost
hid
the
mountains
she
had
just
zipped
through
.
Below
the
mist
was
a
band
of
dark
green
.
Sophie
nodded
.
Though
she
could
not
see
the
moving
castle
this
far
away
,
she
was
sure
that
mist
marked
the
place
of
flowers
.
She
took
another
careful
stride
.
Zip
.
It
was
a
fearsomely
hot
day
.
The
clay
-
yellow
sand
stretched
in
all
directions
now
,
shimmering
in
the
heat
.
Rocks
lay
about
in
a
messy
way
.
The
only
growing
things
were
occasional
dismal
gray
bushes
.
The
mountains
looked
like
clouds
coming
up
on
the
horizon
.
“
If
this
is
the
Waste
,
”
Sophie
said
,
with
sweat
running
in
all
her
wrinkles
,
“
then
I
feel
sorry
for
the
Witch
having
to
live
here
.
”
She
took
another
stride
.
The
wind
of
it
did
not
cool
her
down
.
