The Three Lives of Thomasina Page #4

frog you wouldn't cure

To a witch who does magic

and flies on a broomstick.

She could have turned him

into a frog,

And it would have been

all your fault.

Mary, Mr. Andrew,

I'm waiting for you.

Come on, now, inside.

Wash your hands.

Thomasina!

Never mind Thomasina.

Dinnertime!

Come on, now, inside.

Wash your hands.

There's a good girl.

That's enough

about witches.

Mrs. Mackenzie Will

tell you the same as me -

There aren't any

outside of storybooks.

Oh, yes, there are.

She been making up more

of her fairy tales?

I didn't make it up. There

is a witch in the Glen.

Och, the Glen.

She bangs a big drum

in her house.

And lives with wild animals

and rides a broomstick.

Jamie Macnab told me.

He and Hughie

and Geordie saw her.

They're filling your head

with nonsense.

And for the hundredth time, Will

you not feed that cat at the table?

Especially with meat.

She likes meat,

and there is a witch.

Now, Mary...

It's a poor wee soul

called Lori Macgregor

That's rented a croft

in the Glen from Mr. Peddie.

She spends most of her time

weaving on a handloom.

That's the "drums"

your friends heard.

Now what do you say?

She's a witch.

She's a wee bit weird,

that's true enough.

It seems she's a lassie

That doesn't mix

with other folk,

But, mind, she's not

been there long.

Some of the shepherds

in the Glen say

She has a rare way with

beasts and birds and that.

Now, mind Thomasina

doesn't spill her cream.

Cream?

Oh, just a wee drop,

Mr. Andrew.

It helps her

to see in the dark.

She told me so.

Didn't you, Thomasina?

There, you hear?

Ask her if she'd like me to go out

and get my rod and catch her a salmon.

Thomasina...

She says, no,

She'd rather go to

the store on market day

And choose

her own fish.

Aye.

Come on, now, no more talk

about witches or magic.

Just say your prayers,

get into bed.

And look after mummy in Heaven

and us down here,

Especially daddy

and Mrs. Mackenzie

And Willie and Geordie and Jamie

and Hughie and Tammas and Bruce

And Geordie's frog

and Thomasina and me.

That's all till tomorrow.

Yours truly, Mary. Amen.

Good night,

yours truly Mary.

Slippers?

Up. In you get.

There we are.

Good night.

Good night, daddy.

Thomasina.

I've told you about that

before, my bonny.

You mustn't keep that cat

on the bed at night.

There.

Oh, please let me

have her.

No, you can have your doll

if you like.

I don't want my doll.

Please.

She must go out

and you must go to sleep.

Go on, lie down.

There's a good girl.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, Thomasina.

You know.

Yes, I knew,

And Macdhui didn't.

This being put out

for the night

Was just nonsense.

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