Chapter 3:

In this manner, it was that the sisters and their mother were out all afternoon shopping, and later on buying pizza and jolt to drink and eat while Shabnam watched, drooling all over the floor as she wanted the food. Shabnam however sat up all night, whistling tunes without hitting the correct notes, while sowing on an old singer. The rats were horrified at the sound, and in the end, the sisters came into the room, pushed Shabnam down and strapped tejp across her mouth. Also, Shabnam fell asleep from time to time, but<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> eventually finished the dress. The next day though, she was stressed out to finish all the chores, especially since the dog Negin was bugging her the entire day, pushing her wet cold nose into everybody else’s business and laughing like a hyena.

And so, evening approached, and Shabnam got into her dress. She ran down the stairs to where the sisters and Simon were just heading out to get onto the tractor that they were going to ride to the party on. Simon was wearing a completely black, slightly see through dress as she liked to show off her body. Erik was wearing a pink LOLITA dress (mohahahaaa) with a ribbon tied in his hair, and Nisse looked more casual with a clean sweater and fancy new purple pants.

“Wait for me!” Shabnam called and stumbled down the stairs.

“You can’t come along,” Nisse said.

“What, why not?” Shabnam asked.

“Because you’re a midget,” Nisse said

“And hairy,” Erik added.

“Taliban Taliban!” Nisse added.

“BUUURRRNN!!!” Simon shouted and pointed at Shabnam, who the sisters poked until she jumped and hit all over the place.

They began to walk towards the door and Shabnam threw herself at them, hugging Erik’s leg like a leech, with arms and legs surrounding it.

“Don’t leave me here!” she cried out. “I don’t want to be alone! I’m scared.”

Erik sighed and tried to walk, pulling Shabnam along.

“Can someone get this thing off me?!” he called out extremely annoyed.

The other two pulled hard and finally they got Shabnam off the leg, and then they left, leaving Shabnam behind.

Shabnam went into the garden, feeling slightly dissed. However, she decided it was pointless mopping.

“You will go to the party wee one,” she heard a voice behind her.

She turned around. Behind her was a woman with black hair and a beard, with wings on her back.
“Who are you?” she asked, shocked as it was the most bearded lady she had ever seen (and because he was almost as short as her).

“I am Johnny, your fairy godmother,” the woman replied.

“Fairy godmother?” Shabnam asked, scrutinizing Johnny with her eyes.

“Yup,” Johnny replied and sat down on a bench. Then he picked up her wand and performed a spell. Immediately, a beer appeared in front of him, and she opened it and took a sip. Johnny made a sigh of satisfaction and turned towards Shabnam.

“Right,” Johnny said. “I wouldn’t normally help someone who needed help, but I’m under surveillance at the moment, so I basically have to and besides, I’m nice.”

Johnny chuckled slightly.

Meanwhile, Negin the dog had appeared around the corner and was making her way up to fairy godmother Johnny.

“Ok,” Johnny said. “We’ve got to get you to that party. First of all we need to think of…. What the hell! Stupid dog!”

Johnny was furious at Negin who had begun to drink her beer, and therefore, Johnny performed a spell and turned Negin into a ragged old grey sock.

Shabnam blinked but did not care about Negin at the moment; she just wanted to get to the party.

“Right,” Johnny said. “Firstly: what shall you wear?”

Shabnam showed the dress.

Johnny just stared at it.

“No,” he said, then performed a spell and Shabnam looked down at her as she realised her clothes had been changed into that of an fjortis.

“No way…” Shabnam said firmly. “I am NOT wearing this.”

“Why not?” Johnny asked. “It looks good.”

“No,” Shabnam said.

“Oh fine,” Johnny said, waving his wand. “Wear your silly dress.”

Sadly, Johnny did not realise what he was doing with his wand, and accidentally gave Shabnam a cat’s nose and whiskers.

“Get it off me!” Shabnam called out.

“I’m trying,” Johnny said.

Johnny tried but did not succeed and gave up in the end.

“You just have to go like that to the party,” Johnny stated and Shabnam shrugged her shoulders thinking that it could be worse.

“Now how are you going to get there…” Johnny thought out loud, then he, with his wand of course since she was too lazy, collected a pumpkin, spaghetti, an aubergine, and the cat Sofie. All of these Johnny put into a pot and performed a spell under the mix’s cooking. And so, out of the pot, with a lot of hisses came a mutated large creature, which looked just like a cat, only that it was about three to four meters tall, it had a spineless thin aubergine-coloured body that could be extended to no one knows how long. Its head was an orange pumpkin with cat ears, its eyes were pickles, and its tail was large, red and bushy.

“Now get on,” Johnny called out to Shabnam.

Shabnam’s whiskers twitched.

“Is that really safe?” she asked, especially as the ex-cat ex-Sofie turned towards her and grinned so largely that the smile filled out almost her entire face.

“No,” Johnny replied. “But do you want to party and go man hunting or not?”

“Fine,” Shabnam said and climbed onto the large cat-food-like creature.

“Word of caution,” Johnny said. “Be home before midnight or something bad might happen.”
“Such as?” Shabnam asked thinking that midnight was only an hour away.

“I don’t know,” Johnny replied. “Nothing really, I just like saying that.”

Shabnam sighed and then rode off, towards the party, where she was hoping to get really wasted.

(to be continued…)

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