Hocus Pocus 2: A Twist in the Plot

Chapter 5

It has been twelve years, who knows where Elijah could be? One day I decided to go back to my village to spy and see if I could figure out where Elijah might have gone to. He's probably in his early twenties by now. He was a few years younger than me, but we were pals.

The first place I lurked around was Elijah's parents' house. His mother was inside making breakfast for whomever was there to eat it.

"Breakfast sure smells good," Elijah's father said as he walked in to kiss his wife on the cheek.

"Ain't it always?" She said as if he shouldn't have expected anything less.

He laughed and said, "Have you heard from Elijah?"

"He came over to visit a few days ago while you were working," Elijah's mom said.

"Darn," he exclaimed, "I really wanted to see him. How is his farm doing?"

"I think it's doing well," she said. "He told me his favorite spot is the pond right in front of the house."

As soon as I heard that, I sprang from the spot I was at and decided to find the house with the pond in front of it. But there was one thing I wanted to do: I wanted to see my parents. The house Elijah grew up in wasn't far from mine. I ran across the way to my parent's house and peeked in the window to see if anything had changed. We still had the same table in the corner of the room and the kitchen still looked the same. Just as I was about to leave, my mother walked into the kitchen. She had blonde hair and she was significantly larger than she was twelve years ago. She was wearing a long black dress and her hair was pulled back in a tight bun. She was dressed as if she were going to someone's funeral.

Whose funeral could it be?

"Are you ready?" My father asked her as he walked into the room.

"As ready as I am every year," she said in a somber tone.

"We don't have to go. We can stay here and not have to associate with anyone today."

"No," she said in a stern tone, "I want to go."

"If them stupid witches hadn't taken them, they would be here today," my father said angrily. "Thackery would be here to celebrate his own birthday!"

Oh my gosh! It is my birthday. I completely forgot about it. If I were still a human, I would be 26.

"But I am here, Dad. You just don't know it." I whispered to myself.

I decided to meow and act like I wanted some food or milk. They didn't seem to notice me at all, so I decided to jump through the window and cause a commotion. I got into position and then jumped through the window. My plan was to land on the counter, but instead I landed into a bowl of ice cold water. As soon as my body hit the water, I jumped up as high as the clouds and banged my head on the cabinet and fell to the ground.

"What on earth is going on?!" My father exclaimed.

"Oh my gosh! You poor thing!" My mother cried. "Honey, go fetch a towel to wrap him in."

"He's just a mangy, stray cat. Throw it back outside. It'll survive."

"He's freezing!" She exclaimed.

"Oh, you and your "soft spot" for animals," he said mocking her. "Or anything or anyone in need for that matter." He walked out of the room to find a towel.

It is true, my mother did have a soft spot for people in need. She has no trouble showing compassion to anyone that needs it. She'll give you the shirt off of her back and help anyone who needs helping.