The Short Arm of the Law

The best days in a witch's life? To mess with the authorities.

I mean, the two officers have themselves to blame. They didn't have to pull me out to check. Do you want to know the secret of the fun? A small (pun intended) curse.

Oh that's so cute how they're still seriously trying to do their job and don't notice that something's wrong.

"Hey officer, is there something wrong with your pencil?"

"What? Uh.. no, no, everything's fine, I'm a bit clumsy today. Your name and address please, Ma'am."

Okay, I probably shouldn't have laughed when I saw the little policewoman with the squeaky voice struggling with her giant pencil.

That would probably have stopped her slightly taller colleague from trying to put me under arrest.

"Sure, here are my hands. I'll be happy to come with you officer, just try and go on."

"Quiet now. You don't know what trouble you're getting yourself into, Ma'am. Although it really is a bit chilly right now..."

Splendid. I could go on like this all day, but I have appointments. How do you stop something like that, you ask? Okay, first complete the curse and both shrink to handbag size. This usually leads to confusion, followed by embarrassing but funny squeals.

Then take both of them with you in your bag for more fun times later.

Tags: shrinking woman, multiple shrunken woman, process, shrinking out of clothes, half-size, doll-size, magic

Story by Callrudy

Artwork by Wolfgee

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