Witch Twins at Camp Bliss by Adele Griffin

Author:Adele Griffin [Griffin, Adele]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
ISBN: 978-1-4532-9742-1
Publisher: Open Road
Published: 2012-12-11T21:35:00+00:00

7

An Extra Kick

LUNA NOTICED THAT THE rebel witch was changing the food.

The tacos became crunchier. Fresh oregano flecked the spaghetti sauce. The stale lemon squares now tasted lemony and didn’t crumble to dust.

Soon, everyone else noticed. The counselors were mystified. They discussed it endlessly. “Maybe the chef from Camp Haligalouk has become friends with Chef Sue,” Tammy said. Camp Haligalouk was the boys’ camp. It was way over on the other side of Lake Periwinkle. Sometimes the girls would see one of the boys’ maroon-painted boats on the lake or smell the smoke from their grill, but for the most part, the camps did not bother with each other. Besides, Sue, the Camp Bliss chef, was rather short-tempered. It did not seem likely that she would make friends or trade her recipes.

Other girls guessed it was a ghost.

Luna did not have to guess. She knew. The improved lemon squares were a dead giveaway. They had a perfect, no-mistakes taste. A witch’s work, without a doubt.

“At least the rebel witch is not tripping Pam anymore,” Luna remarked after a delicious dinner of savory vegetarian chili.

“That’s because the rebel witch is Ella Edsel, and she’s got it out for me, not Pam,” said Claire. She burped and blew it in Ella’s direction.

Luna shook her head. She was sure the rebel witch was not Ella Edsel. For one thing, Ella did not care about food. Luna knew this, because once she saw Ella eat one of Gladriole’s fruit leathers out of the Pillowcase Fund. Nobody could stomach those fruit leathers. They tasted like honey-coated tires.

Before the mystery could be solved, the food returned to its same bad taste. Again, the spaghetti sauce was runny as tomato juice. Again, the tacos sogged. The lemon squares turned back to dust-crusted bricks.

“I guess Chef Sue lost interest,” said Tammy sadly.

“I guess rebel Ella is sick of cooking spells,” Claire confided to a doubtful Luna.

It wasn’t long, though, before the rebel witch struck again. This time, the spells were odd in a completely different way. For the next couple of days, Camp Bliss seemed extra blissful. The counselors started wearing wisteria and ivy flower wreaths. Nighttime story hour began to stretch late into the night. It seemed as if everyone had a poem or a song or a feeling to share.

“This is the greatest, most beautiful group of campers, ever!” Pam rasped one evening, her voice hoarse from so much singing. “There is such peace in the air! Come on, girls, let’s sing another round of ‘Hawaiian Rainbows’!”

“It’s like the rebel witch cast some sort of sappy-feelings spell,” said Claire. “Yuck.”

Privately, Luna was glad that the rebel witch had decided to use her powers on nice food and sappy feelings. It was better than tripping Pam or casting wild weather.

Soon the flowers and songs stopped, too. Everything went back to normal. Unfortunately, Luna sensed danger in the air. The danger of a thing about to happen, she thought.

All week during her office duty, she tried to phone Grandy.

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