Trouble: 249 - Hang Cat Hill

United Kingdom

Missing (3y 72d 20h 59m 49s) · visibility Watch (6)

Pynest Green Ln, Waltham Abbey, England, GB

location_on N 51 39.991, E 000 01.534

Cats Persuading Toil that stealing a broom for a midnight flight was a good idea was proving far harder than Trouble anticipated. Toil is such a goody two shoes. Why o why should Stella and Nebula be the ones to take off whenever they want and have all the spills and thrills, leaving others behind to watch the cauldron or stir the spells? No sirree, not tonight. They were in the mood to spend one of their nine lives if they had to. Flying a broomstick couldn’t be that hard, after all, there weren’t any controls to actually mess up…

Toil shook, trembled and stared wide eyed in utter disbelief at the suggestion. Steal their witches broomsticks and sneak out for a thrill ride of a lifetime? Goodness, Toil was horrified! ‘Oh come on!’ Trouble pleaded yet again. Toil stared back, unwavering at first but Trouble saw a glimmer of temptation, of intrigue, curiosity.
That was enough.

Snatching both sticks Trouble pounced on one, shooting out claws bracing to grip when it soared into the air… Toil giggled as instead of flying gracefully nothing happened at all, not a splutter, not a whisper, not a jump.
‘You don’t know the spell!’ sang Toil gleefully.
‘Neither do you though!’ Trouble spat. ‘Oh but I do..’ ‘No you don’t!’ ‘Yes I do! Glancing slyly sideways, a faint smile making whiskers twitch, Trouble watched Toil recite the magic words to make the broom fly. ‘See!!’ Toil cried triumphantly as the broom sprang into action, sweeping Toil to soar skywards..

In a flash, Trouble murmured the words, not wanting to waste a second of the crisp night air of the moonlit adventure ahead.

Toil’s tail flicked angrily as she realised she’d been tricked, but Trouble hardly noticed as his broomstick shot past, twisting and spinning in every direction. Darting between the trees, Toil and Trouble clung desperately, as the brooms sped in around, branches whipping to knock them off their perches. Oh the thrill! Hearts pounded as they were taken faster and faster, daring to take tighter turns. The broomsticks with a mind of their own flew ever onwards, darker and darker into thicker and thicker forest until with an abrupt halt they were thrown headfirst hurtling towards the trees, unable to hold on any longer.

They screeched as they sailed unceremoniously through the night sky not knowing where they would land.

You’ll find yourself at Hangman’s Hill. A strange place indeed where, if you let the car roll it appears you are going uphill, a strange place, a spell perhaps? Who knows?

Can you help Stella & Nebula find one of the troublesome twosome hiding in the vines?

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