Chapter 3 
Hunt The Hag 

Miss Tick removed her hat, reached inside and pulled a piece of string. With little clicks and flapping noises the hat took up the shape of a rather elderly straw hat. She picked up the paper flowers from the ground and stuck them on, carefully.
Then she said: ‘Phew!’
‘You can’t just let the kid go like that,’ said the toad, who was sitting on the table.
‘Like what?’
‘She’s clearly got First Sight and  Second Thoughts. That’s a [bad word] ’
‘She’s a little know-it-all,’ said Miss Tick.
‘Right. Just like you. She’s impressed you, right? I know she did because you were quite nasty to her, and you always do that to people who impress you.’
‘Do you want to be turned into a frog?’
‘Well, now, let me see…’ said the toad sarcastically. ‘Better skin, better legs, likelihood of being kissed by a princess one hundred per cent improved… why, yes. Whenever you’re ready, madam.’
‘There’re worse things than being a toad,’ said Miss Tick darkly.
‘Try it some time,’ said the toad. ‘Anyway, I rather liked her.’
‘So did I,’ said Miss Tick, briskly. ‘She hears about an old lady dying because these idiots thought she was a witch, and she  decides to [bad word] a witch so that they don’t try that again. monster roars up out of her river and she bashes it with a frying pan! Have you ever heard the saying “The land finds its witch”? It’s happened here, I’ll bet. But a chalk  witch? Witches like granite and basalt, hard rock all the way down! Do you know what chalk is? ’
‘You’re going to tell me,’ said the toad.
‘It’s the shells of billions and billions of tiny, helpless little sea creatures that died millions of years ago,’ said Miss Tick. ‘It’s… tiny, tiny bones. Soft. Soggy. Damp. Even limestone is better than that. But… she’s grown up on chalk and she  is hard, and sharp, too. She’s a born witch. On chalk!  Which is impossible! ’
‘She bashed Jenny!’ said the toad. ‘The girl has got talent!’
‘Maybe, but she needs more than that. Jenny isn’t clever,’ said Miss Tick. ‘She’s only a Grade One Prohibitory Monster. And she was probably bewildered to find herself in a stream, when her natural home is in stagnant water. There’ll be much, much worse than her.’
‘What do you mean, “a Grade One Prohibitory Monster”?’ asked the toad. ‘I’ve never heard her called that.’
‘I am  a teacher as well as a witch,’ said Miss Tick, adjusting her hat carefully. Therefore I make lists. I make assessments. I write things down in a neat, firm hand with pens of two colours. Jenny is one of a number of creatures invented by adults to scare children away from dangerous places.’ She sighed. ‘If only people would think  before they make up monsters.’
‘You ought to stay and help her,’ said the toad.
‘I’ve got practically no power here,’ said Miss Tick. ‘I told you. It’s the chalk. And remember the redheaded men. Nac Mac Feegle spoke  to her! Warned  her! I’ve never seen one in my life! If she’s got them  on her side, who knows what she can do?’
She picked up the toad. ‘D’you know what’ll be turning up?’ she continued. ‘All the things they locked away in those old stories. All those reasons why you shouldn’t stray off the path, or open the forbidden door, or say the wrong word, or spill the salt. All the stories that gave children nightmares. All the monsters from under the biggest bed in the world. Somewhere, all stories are real and all [bad word] [bad word]  And [bad word] [bad word] here if they’re not stopped. If it wasn’t for the Nac Mac Feegle I’d be really worried. As it is, I’m going to try and get some help. That’s going to take me at least two days without a broomstick!’
‘It’s unfair to leave her alone with them,’ said the toad.
‘She won’t be alone,’ said Miss Tick. ‘She’ll have you.’
‘Oh,’ said the toad.

Tiffany shared a bedroom with Fastidia and Hannah. She woke up when she heard [bad word] to bed, and lay in the dark until she heard their breathing settle down and they started to dream of young sheep shearers