A scaredy cat

“Now !” Wanda yelled and hauled on the cup full of mud.
They swiftly dragged it to the lip of the trap and looked down straight into the murderous rage red eyes of Tibbles. Although the trap was deep it was still within the cats ability to jump out and even now it tensed for the leap but was hit on the snout by a ball of mud and sank back with a hiss of displeasure.
“End of the road Tibbles.” Wanda told the hissing spitting cat.
“I know your scent Hyoomin.” Tibbles spat back at her and fixed her with its angry red gaze. “I shall play with you for a long, long time before I….”
Splat ! A well timed ball of mud caught the cat full in its snarling face.
“Suck mud Killer.” Niff yelled back at it and then threw another mud ball into its left ear.
The three little figures pelted the cat with mud until no matter which way it turned it was splattered with another ball and now it had lost its arrogance and was trying to cower in the furthest corner of the pit.

“Okay Griff.” Wanda said to her weasel compatriot. “Cast the spell.”
“Weasels is as weasels does, make this cat scared of us.” Griff chanted.
As Griff cast the spell Niff took careful aim and sent one last mudball flying, straight down Tibbles throat as it made one last attempt at a defiant hiss.
Tibbles went very still, shivered and then seemed to shrink in on itself. When it looked up at the trio now its red eyes were not those of a killer cat but of a scaredy cat and it let out a pathetic mewling whine.
“I don’t think we’ll be bothered by the likes of Tibbles again.” Wanda said in a satisfied tone.
“Yeah, it aint so tough now.” Niff said haughtily.
“Wanda for weasels.” Griff announced.
“And weasels for all !” They all happily shouted out together.
That was when Wanda noticed that she was taller than her friends and she was growing taller ever more rapidly.

“The spell.” She gasped.
“Fulfilled.” Griff replied as he looked up at her a little sadly. “You’re becomin’ Hyoomin again.”
“But I don’t want to, not yet.” Wanda protested but still she kept growing, up and up.
“Bye.” Niff waved, his voice now so high pitched that was almost like a squeak.
Wanda stopped growing and looked down at her feet where her friends sat and she sighed deeply, she was Hyoomin again. But that had some compensations she reflected as she lay down beside the trap and grabbed Tibbles by the scruff of the neck and hauled the mud splattered moggy out to the accompaniment of rude noises from the two weasels.
“You are a bad cat.” She scolded the bedraggled feline and still holding it by the scruff carried it to the edge of the woods.
There she dumped it on the ground where it slunk a few paces then looked venomously back at her over its grubby shoulder, it almost turned about to go back into the woods when it froze, staring at her ankles. Wanda looked down and there were Griff and Niff sitting up on their haunches, they gesticulated angrily at the cat and made a lot of very rude remarks about it in their high squeaky voices. It was too much for the bewitched Tibbles and it shot off like a startled rabbit.

Wanda looked back down at the weasels.
“Bye Griff, bye Niff.” She said softly and a little tearfully, before she walked back along the track into the town.
A short way along the track she stopped and turned for one last look at her friends and was surprised to see a wall of animals and birds.
“Wanda for weasels and weasels for all !” The animals all called out and then silently disappeared back into the woods.
“Weasels for all.” Wanda repeated with a smile and skipped on her way home.