‘Very rare,’ Fran said. ‘They invented them for fairies years ago. Because fairies campaigned to be allowed to have the same pets as witches. But the a load of fairies got eaten by their normal-sized cats, who mistook them for flies, and so a witch named Fifi Fluff invented the micro cat – a spell shrunken version of a regular cat.’
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The squawking of crows drew his attention back to the porch. A bare-foot girl in a nightgown stood on the warped steps. Her pale hair wanted brushing, and the peach satin bow she wore had slid halfway down, stuck in the rat’s nest of it. She looked to be about the same age as Memphis. Just like the farm, there was something a little off about her. A crop turning bad.