The Changeling - Part 3

NEXT DAY

Kylie and Justin woke just after dawn to the sound of a blood-curdling, bubbling scream. They leapt out of bed as one, and headed out to the landing. Nothing. Justin called 000.

An hour later, a policeman knocked on the door.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said, “are you the folk who called Emergency?”

“We are” said Justin, “is everything OK?”

“Ummm..” said the policeman, “we're not sure. Do you know if your neighbour Mrs Gabbage was home last night?”

“Well, she was banging on the wall yesterday evening, and whenever the baby woke up,” stated Kylie, “or at least someone was – from her apartment, as usual.”

“Oh...” said the policeman, “You see, all we found was a pile of clothing and some gunge... ummm... do you know if she was a witch, at all?”

Justin and Kylie looked at each other, perturbed. “We think so?”

“Hmmmm... suicide, then,” pondered the policeman. “The door was locked, the windows were bolted... she had to have poured that water on herself. Unless of course she had a leak somewhere... hehehe... sorry, terrible taste to be making jokes, so sorry, I'll leave now!”

“OH. MY. GOD.” squealed the fairy godfather, “She was THAT sort of witch? I never would have guessed. I can't imagine how she did it though, she only should have melted a little! Oh darlings, the bill's on me, I feel terrible!”

Half an hour later, the fairy godfather called them back. “You know how the old idiot died?” he demanded, “Eddy the brownie saw it all. She was preparing a 'pee yourself every 5 minutes' hex for your baby, the naughty wench! Then she tripped and got it on herself instead... and lo and behold, pee melts witches too! She was hoist with her own petard!”

The baby cooed and giggled contently.