Revenge via Arson

The horse and ghosts, one riding and one in a saddlebag fast asleep, raced toward the witch’s house. Even on the thickly forested path, they could see and taste the smoke. They slowed down before the last hill and, the horse, smelling something new in the air, moved forward quietly.

The house was on fire and encircled by lizardmen. Laughing and chatting with three particularly huge frogmen, Stylus stood with arms crossed right by the front door.

“The cat is in there,” Donut said, leaning forward into the horse’s ear.

“I’ll wait here. You go in.”

Donut snappedher fingers and disappeared, floating invisibly past the army and their gloating leader. Inside the house, she zipped into the kitchen and coalesced back into visibility. Opening the top left cabinet, the ghost yanked down a full bag of cat food and dumped it all over the floor.

Almost instantaneously, the black cat with green eyes appeared and began snacking. Doughnut filled a bowl of food and moved toward the bathroom. The cat sat down and kept munching on the open bag.

Donut opened the middle cabinet and yanked out a pink fuzzy mouse shaped toy on a stick. She twirled above her head and flew toward the bathroom. The cat, jumping and purring, danced after her.