"Knock, knock, Mat please, it's time that you were told the truth. I realize this comes as a shock to you, it was to your father who made me promise to keep it a secret, Lord rest his soul!" Mom said, as she stands outside your room you sat on your bed and feared then your whole family.
"So what of Grandma, Aunt Mel, or Auntie Haley, if they are witches, do they have or are they part of a coven?" You asked, as outside your bedroom door, your mother begins to laugh.
"What is so funny," you asked?
"Just a thought posed by your sister Sarah this morning, she asking if with some help by Grandma, that she would wish for you to play with her today. You recall at her last birthday party, the western costume Auntie Haley gave to Sarah, and since then she has plagued me with wanting a pony to ride, all while she wears her cowboy hat leather skirt, and six gun.
Well, this morning, Sarah came to the breakfast table dressed in her western adventure getup, and asked nicely, if I would change you to be for her today as a pony. I think considering your present state of mind, feeling a general dislike for your family, that maybe a day or two of you being an animal might curb your feeling so defiant.
Mat, let me in and we shall speak about what you feel," Mom said, but her words worked to intimidate your feelings of disdain.
"Mat, Mat, open this door!" Mom said, as she ceased then her knocking.
Outside, as in the hallway you can hear your mother talking, as well Sarah was speaking to mom as well.
In that fated moment your body begins to feel all itchy, as you start to scratching, you gain an idea, a thought, wishing you were outside the house, on the backyard lawn, and there munching, you grazing...