The Broom Graveyard
It is Fisher who discovers the Broom Graveyard, on a walk, before school…
F (pointing): Daddy, look!
D: What’s that, Fisher?
F: That looks like a broom that, er, uh, that, uh, er, a witch was riding!
D (stopping the stroller to size it up): Oh, Fisher, you might be right. It looks like the witch’s broom ran out of juice when the witch was flying right overhead here.
C (pointing to several other palm fronds draped in the lower trees around): Look! More brooms!
D: This must be where the witches leave their brooms when they are done, guys. Do you want me to get one for you?
D (surprised): Why not?
C: Because her magic will still be in it, Daddy!
D (wondering where that came from): Oh, good point, Cory, you may be right. Each broom might still remember its witch.
Pushing the stroller further along under the same trees, Daddy sees a palm frond lying on the ground and picks it up, using it to touch C and F lightly on the heads from behind.
C/F (laughing in mock terror): NO, Daddy! NO!
D (continuing to touch them): Oo, oo, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!
C (laughing and getting out of stroller to escape): No, Daddy!
F: No, Daddy, STOP! That witch of that broom will remember me!
The spot on our walk route is now known as the Broom Graveyard, haunted, dangerous, and fun…