I've Got A Hangover!" "no, You Hit

Mr. Crossley Suddenly Wondered Why He Was Why He Was Worrying About The Note. It Was Only A Joke, After All. He Cleared His Throat. Everyone Looked Up Hopefully. 'somebody,' Said Mr. Crossley, 'seems To Have Sent Me A Halloween Message.' And He Read Out The Note: 'someone In This Class Is A Witch.' 6b Thought This Was Splendid News. Hands Shot Up All Over The Room Like A Bed Of Beansprouts. 'it's Me, Mr. Crossley!' 'mr. Crossley, I'm The Witch!' 'can I Be The Witch, Mr. Crossley?' 'me, Mr. Crossley, Me, Me, Me!

I Do Feel Very Strongly That This Is One Of The Things Which People Need Encouragement To Sort Out, Because I Have This Very Strong Feeling That Everybody Is Probably A Genius At Something, It's Just A Question Of Finding This.

To Love Someone Enough To Let Them Go, You Had To Let Them Go Forever Or You Did Not Love Them That Much.

I've Often Noticed" Fiona Said, "that When People Say, 'this Can't Happen In This Day And Age', They Say It Because It Is Happening.

Can't You Treat Yourself With A Bit More Consideration?' 'why Should I?' Mordion Said, Hugging The Duvet Round Himself. 'because You're A Person, Of Course!' Ann Snapped At Him. 'one Person Ought To Treat Another Person Properly Even If The Person's Himself!