{"product_id":"the-bag-of-bones-isbn-9780763642556","title":"The Bag of Bones","description":"\u003cb\u003eHold on to your head for this funny and fast-paced second Tale from the Five Kingdoms, a follow-up to \u003ci\u003eThe Robe of Skulls\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen the quill writes GO GO GO frantically on the wall, and the House of the Ancient Crones heaves Gracie Gillypot outside onto the path, it can mean only one thing: there’s Trouble in the Five Kingdoms. This time it’s in the form of a beady-eyed, green-tongued witch named Truda Hangnail, who with her banished Deep Magic has vowed to succeed Queen Bluebell on the throne. Now that her horrible spell has shrunk the good witches of Wadington to the size of, well, rats, can anything stop her? Will the strengths, smarts, and charms of a spunky trueheart, a sweet-natured orphan, a scruffy prince, a substantial troll, and two squabbling bats be enough to foil her insidious plot?\u003cb\u003eVivian French \u003c\/b\u003ehas written dozens of acclaimed books for children, including \u003ci\u003eThe Robe of Skulls, \u003c\/i\u003ethe first book in the Tale of Five Kingdoms series; as well as \u003ci\u003eA Present for Mom;\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eGrowing Frogs; I Love You, Grandpa\u003c\/i\u003e;\u003ci\u003e T. Rex; and The Story of Christmas. \u003c\/i\u003eShe lives in Scotland.\u003cb\u003eChapter One\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Wheeeeee!\" The small bat did a double backip, then a twist, and landed neatly on the branch below. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Did you see me, Uncle Marlon? Did you SEE me?\"  Alf squeaked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Shh!\"  The  older  bat  apped  a  warning  wing. \"Button up, kiddo. We’ve got company.\" He stared into the night. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Hmph. It’s those dames from Wadingburn.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe small bat’s eyes widened. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The witches? Oh, Uncle Marlon! Can we stay ’n’ watch? Will they do \u003cbr\u003escary spells?\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"They’re no big deal, kiddo.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe older bat settled \u003cbr\u003eback on his branch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Deep Magic’s not allowed in the Five Kingdoms. This lot are Shallow, through and through. Couldn’t magic a bird off a branch. But keep mum, all the same. You don’t want to end up in a pot. Your ma’ll kill me if I bring you back half-boiled.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe small bat shivered, half in fear, half with plea\u003cbr\u003esure.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Okeydokey, Uncle M.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd he froze into stillness as he watched the line of women, varying in shape and size but all dressed in black, making their way into the clearing at the top of Wadingburn Hill. Limping at the end of the line was the small, skinny fgure of a girl, her head bent tenderly over the bundle in her arms. As the witches hurried here and there, collecting frewood and setting up the old and dented black cauldron, she slipped away and settled herself at the foot of the tree where the two bats hung motionless. Softly she began to croon to the bundled-up object she was holding, rocking it gently to and fro.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Loobly Higgins!\" said a terrible voice. \"What on \u003cbr\u003eEARTH do you think you’re doing?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLoobly  jumped.  \"N-n-n-nothing,  Auntie,\"  she \u003cbr\u003equavered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe  Grand  High  Witch  of  Wadingburn  took  a step closer. \"Did my eyes deceive me, or were you KISSING that rat?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLoobly  shook  her  head  so  hard  that  her  long,  stringy hair broke loose from its ribbon and fell over her thin little face. \"Wasn’t kissing it,\" she whispered. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Not kissing. Just telling sorry. Sorry it be picklifed.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe  Grand  High  Witch  sighed  in  exasperation. \"It’ll be no use now. No use at all. How many times do I have to tell you to leave my ingredients alone?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Sorry,  Auntie  Levangeline.  Loobly  hear  you. Loobly very sorry.\" Loobly pushed the hair out of her eyes and looked up hopefully. \"If no use, can Loobly keep he?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Certainly NOT!\" The witch was on the point of snatching the rat away when she was distracted by the  sound  of  cackling  laughter.  Instantly  forgetting Loobly, she turned to see her fie fellow witches gathering around the cauldron that was now bubbling gently in the center of the clearing. At once the Grand High Witch drew herself to her full height and strode forward to greet them. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Dear Mrs. Cringe! I’m so glad you’re with us tonight! And Mrs. Vibble and Mrs. Prag as well. Fabulous! And darling Ms. Scurrilous is here too! And Mrs. . . .\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Grand High Witch faltered for a moment. What was the name of the hunched old witch on the far side of the fire? Even with the flames now burning brightly under the cauldron, it was too dark to see her face. It certainly wasn’t Mrs. Gabbage, and Ms. Pettigroan had sent a bat earlier that evening with polite apologies. Mrs. Cringe shufed up, looking distinctly guilty, and the Grand High Witch’s heart sank. Even worse, her little toe had begun to throb, which was a far more reliable warning of impending trouble. She had always been wary of Mrs. Cringe, not least because she was known to have relations outside the Five Kingdoms who were suspected of indulging in Deep Magic of the nastiest kind. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Ahem,\" Mrs. Cringe addressed the Grand High Witch, whose toe was becaming increasingly painful. \"That there’s my grandmother, Truda Hangnail. She’s come visiting from the other side of the More Enchanted Forest. Asked if I could invite her in for a week or two. Things got troublesome for her over there,  she  said.  Too  many  two-headed  cows  and sheep with fve legs appearing all over the place.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe stepped closer and dropped her voice to a whisper. \"Best to be polite. She’s in a bit of a temper. Fell in a ditch on the other side of the border gate.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe nudged the Grand High Witch. \"Shouldn’t even be here in the Five Kingdoms. Deep, she is. Very Deep. But we won’t tell, will we?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEvangeline  Droop,  Grand  High  Witch  of Wadingburn, froze. It was a serious offense to invite a Deep Witch to cross the border of the Five Kingdoms. They had been banished many years before, together with werewolves and sorcerers. On the other hand, she had absolutely no idea how to confront a Deep Witch, let alone how to tell her to go home. Evangeline’s  little  toe  was  now  excruciating.  All the same, she extended an unwilling hand and said as gracefully as she was able, \"Delighted to meet you, Mrs. Hangnail!\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe visitor stared at her with beady little eyes, and the strangely sinuous animal draped around her neck lifted its head and stared too. \"Deep or Shallow?\" the witch croaked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMrs. Cringe took her elderly relation by the arm. \"I told you, Grandma. There aren’t any Deep Witches in the Five Kingdoms.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTruda Hangnail gave a laugh like knives scraping steel. \"There’s no fun in that,\" she sneered. \"You can’t turn princes into toads with Shallow Magic. How d’you put red-hot nails in a milkmaid’s shoes? And how d’you scare folk into giving you plump young chickens and apple pies and bowls of eggs and dishes of cream?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Actually, Mrs. Hangnail,\" the Grand High Witch said  haughtily,  \"we  are  respected  members  of  our community.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMrs. Prag looked smug. \"We’ve all been invited to Queen Bluebell’s eightieth-birthday party to hear the Declarati","brand":"Candlewick","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46301453975781,"sku":"NP9780763642556","price":14.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780763642556.jpg?v=1767738250","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/the-bag-of-bones-isbn-9780763642556","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}