The witches came in all shaped and sizes. Some looked cheerful and expectant. Some looked fierce and determined. Some chattered to their neighbours, some didn’t. Some were all dressed up, and some were a total mess and clearly didn’t care. All were armed with a variety of serious-looking shopping bags.
But even as she worried about the Spellatron 3000’s failing magic, she felt in her element behind the counter. She would never admit it to her dad, but it ws more fun working a shop that sold speels rather than screws. There were pink sparks and rains of little blue stars. Things fizzled and twinkled and went off with a bang. There were strange smells.
Wat je moet doen als je over een nijlpaard struikelt
is de titel van dit hilarische boek
Een heerlijk voetbalboek met een vleugje mysterie. Want waarom vallen de scheidsrechters toch zomaar in slaap?
