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BRANDON LIU

The Silver Train Robbery

Cast:

Jimmy: a miner

Mitch: another miner

Strike Leader 

Barkeep

Various railroad employees and guards  

The Miner’s Strike of 1908 has just been successfully completed, and the boss of the strike (Strike Leader) has been celebrating with his men; barrels of booze and bottles of spirits lay all about. 

The crooked saloon is covered from roof to door in bullet holes, and alcohol bottle fragments lay everywhere. This saloon is the only one for another 50 miles.

Dusk in a saloon. Drunken miners from Mineral Bluff, Georgia, are celebrating. General hullabaloo.

Lights Up

8:30 at night in the saloon

The Strike Leader is in the middle of a speech to his men.

Prologue:

Strike Leader: … and here we have your barrels of booze, drink fer yer celebration. We’re a-gonna work tomorrow. And just a warning fer y’all, don’t waste too much money on barkeep. God knows as a teetotaler, I only can handle so many glasses of apple juice. ‘Tis important to save up for prosperity, for a future, for the completion of the American Dream, ok boys? (general shouts and affirmations, and calls for more grog.)

Most of the men leave. Later: all the men have left, save Mitch, Jimmy, and the Barkeep.

Scene I

Jimmy: Lands a’ mercy, why if I weren’t here to relax for the first time in what seems to be an age – ah. Pass my mug down to the barkeep, old Mitch.

Barkeep: Now that’s a big healthy beverage for a big healthy lad.

Mitch: Here’s your nice tasty beverage, kind sir, and thanks for letting me drink all of it.

Jimmy: No problem my friend. (Jimmy grabs the mug, unaware it’s half empty, and puts it to his face). Barman! All I get in here is froth! I need me some juice old man! (Barkeep refills, giving Mitch the evil eye).  Now my pockets are a-drained. Need some coin for more beer foam. Hey Barkeep! What’s my tab lookin’ like?

Barkeep: Jimmy, yer overdrawn. That’s the last bit o’suds fer ya… .

Jimmy: Mitch, yore dough is what I need fer shots and foam…  .

Mitch: Near-strapped.

Jimmy: What’re we gunna do? Can’t live without no booze.

Mitch: Go hijack the silver train?

Jimmy: How’re we gonna do that?

Mitch: Dunno but we gotta do it. Ain’t no way I’m lettin’ dat silver pass through to Atlanta without stealin’ some meself.

Jimmy: Right you are. Let’s run it by Strike Leader.

(Mitch and Jimmy leave the Saloon to Union leader’s apartment to discuss the plan with Strike Leader.)

Scene II

Strike Leader’s apartment

Strike Leader: I ain’t got the patience of Jesus, so unless yeh got somethin’ unimportant, I ain’t gonna listen to it. 

Jimmy: But ain’t it possible to hijack a train loaded with silver? 

Strike Leader: What a feat! Impossible even for the drunkendest of the drunk. I’d bet all ma’ dough that even a fellow ‘ike Paul Bunyan ain’t gonna pull this feat off. You boys go get yourself dry and get some sleep. We prevailed in the strike, and we got to show a strong hand tomorrow, back on the job. Booze is bad and poisons your brain: you should stop wasting yer dough on it and sit down and git some nice children instead.

Mitch: WHAT?? B-But sir, I need that booze ter breathe!

Strike Leader: Then find somethin’ else cause booze don’t solve no breathin’ problem.

Mitch: Gahh.

Jimmy: Eugh.

(They leave Strike Leader’s apartment and walk along the dirt road)

Mitch: What if we want to do it? Ya know, rob that silver?

Jimmy: Hmmm …  well, I AM cash strapped, and them mines ain’t gonna pay for no more suds, so… Soon as we can? 

Mitch: All right! Let’s grab a stick of dynamite and git goin’.

Scene III:

(Mitch and Jimmy go into the dynamite stand and purchase a stick of dynamite. They pay the little amount of money they have left and run to the train station, waiting for the next silver train to load silver.)

Mitch: Got’em sticks of dynamite, Jim?

Jimmy: You betcha.

Mitch: Yes sir, let’s go.

Jimmy: When’s the next silver train comin’?

Mitch: I dunno … Maybe inna couple hours?

Jimmy: Hopefully cause I ain’t got the patience.

Mitch: Yep.

Jimmy: (squinting at clock) It’s only 9:00. There ain’t no way it can be that late till another train comes, or else I must be fooled. These silver deliveries should end around this time if I recall, ‘em Yankee-made iron horses must drink a little somethin’.

Mitch: Wonder why it’s takin’ this long?

Jimmy: Dunno. Wanna go for another mug’o?

Mitch: Nah. We’ll miss the train.

Jimmy: Oh right.

Mitch: What’ll we do?

Jimmy: (takes a long swallow from a flask) We have t’wait, we’re waitin’! Waitn’ for the next train to come (he sings): “Waitn’ fer the train, Waitn’ fer the train, Waitn’ fer the train to come… . Mitchie! MitchCake! (his eyes roll into the back of his head). Lands! I just heard from Gawd!  Lissen – we can steal all the silver and we’ll… give that silver to the farmers! Dey da ones sufferin’ the most: do not argue! I was one till I became a coal miner, doin’ nothin’ but minin’ this useless black rock. … Farmer Joe! Farmer Betty! They provide us the core – in supplyin’ us bread. We cannot live without our deah’ farmers! Turnin’ a blind eye on those whose life matters most ain’t American! It ain’t America till all have an access to a better life… them poor farmers out there, starving because they can’t pay the debt from them, them tractors they paid for. Mitch, you may be confused, seeing as yeh weren’t no farmer, but tractors cost a whole lotta money, money that farmers don’t have. They gotta borra against their crop! Think about it, if we were to steal all the silver from dat soon-comin’ train, we’d be celebrated like heroes amongst the farmers. I wouldn’t hesitate to take that fame: it’d send us into the stars with all that glory. Think about all the fame, all the popularity we can get if we stole this silver and handed it to poor farmers… think of the prosperity we can make with this, think about all the hunger we solve, the happiness we’ll bring to these poor people, think about the prosperity we’d pop, the mass of bread we have, think of the eating power restored, think of the love, think of the hate, think of the… (he passes out, clearly drunk). 

Mitch: Jimbone?

(Mitch shakes Jimmy, but Jimmy remains asleep. Mitch then fumbles into his pocket and takes the sticks of dynamite that they bought and places in his own pocket. He then waits for the train to come.)

Mitch: Jimmy, wake up, wake up!

Jimmy: (feebly stirring) Huh?

Mitch: Come on, we’ve got to be alert. That train will come anytime soon, yeh lazy scrooge.

Jimmy: Ugh, why can’t I get my snoozles?

Mitch: Because. We’ve. Got. A. Train. To. Capture.

Jimmy: Oh right. But surely this can’t be right, it says here that it is 11:00 pm!

Mitch: Well I guess we’re calling it a day then. Let’s wait ta’ tomorrie.

Jimmy: No! I want that money for the farmers!

Mitch: Farmers! Farmers! Fine, but if we gotta stay till 3 am, I’m leavin’ now.

(The two men keep waiting as if the train they are expecting is coming, but there is nothing in sight. Enter Strike Leader.)

Strike Leader: Are you two serious with this? Go to bed boys and make yer selves a nice family instead’o spendin’ on booze.

Mitch: Jimmy, it’s the Strike Leader! Hello Sir.

Jimmy: Good morning, sir.

Strike Leader: Morning? Well it will be in about half an hour. You two’d better go to bed. We’ve got more work to do, so them Feds see our suffering.

Mitch: Sir, our intentions and orders were to go and hijack a silver train.

Jimmy: Yeah, and it ain’t comin’. Been waitin’ here for a couple-o hours.

Strike Leader: Who are you takin’ orders from, other than your own besotted sappy selves?

Mitch: It might come. No Strike Leader, we need that silver for suds.

Jimmy: Of course ‘at iron horse is a-comin’. Them Yankee built machinations gotta drink somethin’.

Strike Leader: I think you meant machine, and that you and this other sop are machinatin’? It is futile trying to steal silver. It’s guarded by beefy toughs. Go to bed, boys. (under his breath) …preposterous.

Jimmy: Yes sir.

(Exit Strike Leader.)

Mitch: (laughing) No sir.  

Mitch: I ain’t waitin’ for them Yankees ‘n their rusty Iron Horse to come no longer.

Jimmy: Listen!

(A silver train comes into the station to stop for water.)

Jimmy: (hushed whisper) Lo! ‘At train didn’t take no longer than I expected! ‘Dem Yankees –

Mitch: …sure know how to tinker their iron horses. (labored whisper) Could yeh shut yer trap for a few moments. Let’s go steal them bars of silver cause this train ain’t stayin’ long. (He coughs slightly, expelling some mysterious black substance).

(The two men rush onto the silver train bound for Atlanta, and, armed with nothing but some knives and a stick of dynamite, sneak onto the train. The guards, hearing something, step away to look, but it is only the wind, blowing the sign. Jimmy and Mitch, seizing this momentary distraction, leave their hiding spots, break into the padlocked boxcars with knives, and steal some beautiful silver bars. They stuff as many silver bars as they can into their clothes and their knapsacks. The train departs after getting a large refill of water.)

Mitch: (labored whisper) How many ye got?

Jimmy: (hushed whisper) Wha- ?

Mitch: (labored whisper) I ain’t stayin’ here no longer. Sheriff migh’ come and see us with these here bars.

Jimmy: (hushed whisper) Let’s go.

Scene IV.  Next day, evening.

(Enter Jimmy and Mitch, walking towards town, pockets bulging with the bars).

Mitch: What a day, I could really look forward to hijacking ‘nother silver train.  Work is life, but still, minin’ at the coalin’ plant is tirin’.

Jimmy: That would be a nice change from breaking your hands open in the mine.

Mitch: Yeah, wouldn’t halfta massage ‘em with duck butter every odd day… 

Jimmy: Let’s spend our hard-earned silver.

Mitch: Sure, hope ‘ole barkeep would let me. Man that guy hates me.

Jimmy: Well pay him off! Chip off a corner of one of those bars! If ye didn’t puke so much black stuff, maybe he’d hate ye less.

Mitch: I have the coughin’ and the wheezin’… accursed coal mines.

Jimmy: Yeah, sorry.

Mitch: Let’s go get a mug-o. I’m thirsty.

Jimmy: No. I want to hijack another silver train. Ain’t no way – dat, dat…

Mitch: Comon’ James. We’re loaded. Damn that old barkeep and his careful eye. Might actually have to pay ‘im off for a slug of the rotgut.

(They walk back to the Town Saloon)

Scene V.

Barkeep (from the bar): Mitch! I still have that giant black stain from when you spat on my favorite chair. Till you pay me back 8 dollars I ain’t lettin’ you back in.

Mitch (growling): Damn his memory. (Yelling to Barkeep) I can pay that, you know!

Barkeep (firing pistol): No yeh can’t, last I checked you were broke as my old man’s clock.

Jimmy: Man I want that whiskey, but it ain’t no party unless you’re drinkin’ with me.

Mitch: I ain’t stayin’ dry, cuz I need to breathe, all righ’?

Jimmy: Let’s go in. Get yer silver roll ready. Wait, do I hear another train comin’?

(Another train pulls up, this time loaded with dynamite, ready to be dropped off for the coal miners’ use, but the train is delayed to unload its cargo and get out of the station. Mitch and Jimmy, thinking that another silver train has come, change their courses and sprint over to the train station. Mitch coughs and vomits another huge puddle of black substance.)

Mitch (labored whisper and rubbing his mouth with his bandana): Score! This time I’ll steal as much silver as I can. (He has a coughing fit)

Jimmy (hushed whisper): We still got them sticks’o dynamite?

Mitch (coughing): Yeah!

Jimmy (hushed whisper): Blowin’ ‘at train up oughta expose more bars to clear dawn, easier grabs. Remember that, Mitchcake.

Mitch (coughing): Never will!

(Mitch coughs and strikes a match; Jimmy lights the dynamite and throws it into the train, hoping this time to rip a bigger hole than using knives. The curtain closes as the train explodes, with a score of casualties, including the engineer and all the crew. Mitch and Jimmy are blown into pieces.)

Epilogue:

Strike Leader: Well I never! (referring to Barkeep) Popov! Nice seein’ ya outta yer lodge. Always wondered why ya makin’ dough on booze.

Barkeep: Bah, outta fresh dough too often. Man’s gotta need a killin’ to raise a wife and children. Anyways, a barkeep’s got his reasons to dodge the sanctuary of his saloon.

Strike Leader: Ah, so ya finally seein’ the extent of alcohol on the people? (grabs bandana to wipe face) Pity those chaps, dead from burning dough from booze. That musta been a strange sight, to see that train blow up with a score of people innit.

Barkeep: So, old friend, shall we go for a drink, for old time’s sake?

Strike Leader: I’ll get meself a cuppa juice, I run dry, you know that.

(Barkeep and Strike Leader toast a mug of beer and a glass of juice.)

Strike Leader: One day, our men would learn that to solve their petty grievances of going broke by stealing silver was nothing but a disaster. It is clear from this failure of realization that there are far better ways to make money, and, hell, the mining corporations had just solved most of our biggest issues from within the mine by providing us with better equipment for safer work and promisin’ us some more dough. These two men were so broke that they had to resort to petty stealing to fuel their great needs for whiskey. Such behavior is nothin’ but failure, failure on the side of the Feds. Can they even see the effects that booze is havin’ on our young men? It’s nothin’ but a failure of not just them Feds, but all humanity. Drunkenness ain’t nothin’ but despair. We’d ought to be better without no booze. What happened to that score of men ain’t nothin’ but a tragedy, a huge one fueled by two foolish men with a bafflin’ problem. I’d say we’d be better off shuttin’ everythin’ down and stayin’ dry. What do you think, Barkeep?

Barkeep: Let us start a crusade of dry within Fannin County. There ain’t no way I’m watchin’ more young men face the same fate as them unfortunate fellows.

Strike Leader: Let us toast to for them lost souls, dead from two men’s binge boozin’.

Barkeep: For Jimmy.

Strike Leader: For Mitch.

Together: Cheers.

(The two take a large gulp of the drinks)

Barkeep: I’m shuttin’ down business. I sick o’ seein’ such devastation in our town.

Strike Leader: Them Feds’ll mightn’ something about it, but it won’t gonna be done till the cows come home.

(Barkeep puts a sign on his saloon that says closed permanently and locks the door. He grabs the rest of the money that he has in his saloon and leaves the place. Strike Leader takes one last look at the beat-up saloon, where so much has happened, and heads off to go take a passenger train to Washington D.C.).

End of Play



EZRIE ZINCHIK

Have you ever heard of a megamouth shark? Well, if you haven’t today is your lucky day! You get to learn about megamouth sharks!

Imagine you wake up, get out of bed, and stand on a scale and find that you weigh like 2,500 lbs, and then, going to the bathroom and looking in the mirror you find that you have thousands and thousands of teeth. What would you think of yourself: would you feel good about it? How do you think a megamouth shark would feel if the megamouth looked at itself in a mirror?

The megamouth shark is a shark that has rarely been seen by any human and is a species of deepwater shark.

It is able to grow up to 5.49 metres (18.0 ft) in length, and it weighs up to 1,215 kg (2,679 lb). Megamouth sharks are dark blue brownish-black, or grey above, and lighter below, with a white band along the upper jaw, while the posterior margin of its fins are white. They can be found as far northward as northern Japan, southern California and near Punta Eugenia, Baja California, and Hawaii. 

The megamouth is a wide-ranging species: it can be found in the Indian, Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. The megamouth shark was only discovered in 1976, when a U.S. Navy research vessel hauled up an adult male specimen off the coast of Hawaii near Oahu. While many sharks clock in at around 6.5 meters (21 feet) long, the megamouth gets much bigger. The megamouth shark is not a good swimmer in comparison to other shark species and they have a wobbly body with no keels (horizontal lines that stabilize the movement).  

See that keel? The megamouth doesn’t have one.
Isn’t this just the most horrific picture of a megamouth?

These sharks can be recognized with their large mouths and surprisingly small teeth. The megamouth has an asymmetrical tail with a long upper lobe, similar to that of the thresher shark.   Their mouths can reach up to 1.3 metres (almost 5 feet!) wide. We call it Megamouth, but in Dutch, it’s grootbek haai; in French, it’s requin grande gueule; in Spanish, it’s tiburon bocudo. The megamouth has 50 rows of tiny teeth on each jaw, but only the first 3 rows are functional.

Their reproduction is ovoviviparous, meaning that the young sharks developed in eggs that remain within the mother’s body until they hatch.

There was only one confirmed event of a sperm whale attacking a megamouth shark. This took place in Mando, North Sulawesi, Indonesia on the 30th of August, 1998 near midday. Meanwhile, some researchers were observing some sperm whales and they found the base of a megamouth’s dorsal fin which had signs of the whale’s attack on the gills. But good news! The megamouth is not endangered! 

Where does the megamouth live? Well, it lives in what is called the epipelagic (upper water column) in open ocean. It is therefore odd that this shark is not more readliy observable, for it is fairly close to the surface. Anyway here the zones:

The zones!

This whale swims to the deepest zone:

Other sharks that you might like to learn about:

Check out its pouty face!

The dwarf lanternshark is the smallest shark species in the world, reaching a length of 20 cm. This species can be identified by its very small size, long flattened head, and pattern of black ventral markings and a mid-dorsal line. Like other members of its genus (a principal taxonomic category that ranks above species and below family), it has the ability of producing light from a distinctive array of photophores.

That’s a whale of a shark, right?^

Whale sharks are found in open waters of the tropical oceans and are hardly ever found in sea level below 70°F. Whale sharks have a lifespan of 80-130 years. Whale sharks have enormous mouths, and they are filter feeding sharks like the basking shark and the megamouth shark. These sharks feed on plankton and small fishes, and pose no threat to humankind.

Basking shark

I really like the basking shark because it’s the second-largest living shark species and how cool it is that there was a species of basking shark living like a million years ago called the Keasius… isn’t that amazing?

 

Mako!

I really like mako sharks because they’re so intelligent but sadly they’re endangered and it’s really sad but mako sharks are really fast and can jump out of the water when hooked, making them a competition for fishermen so their like famous and really cool so that’s why I like them.

Here’s the thresher shark: 

And look at the Porbeagle, below
Ah, what a poor beagle!

There is a legend about a shark bigger than the megalodon called the BLACK DEMON known by its powerful jaws and its giant size. The black demon is basically a humungus, overly sized great white shark. The black demon shark has very few sightings and no proof to show its existence therefore this demon like shark is not confirmed as real.



ANGELA ZHAO

The Letter, the Witch, and the Ring Review and Summary – SPOILER ALERT! DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU HAVE READ THE SCRUMPTIOUS THRILLER FOR YOURSELF!

         The Letter, the Witch, and the Ring is a novel by John Bellairs that takes you on the incredible journey of none other than Lewis Barnavelt’s friend, Rose Rita.  Unlike the past two books, this story doesn’t follow the perspective of chubby kid Lewis, and instead is told from the perspective (selective omniscient) of tomboy Rose Rita and old Mrs. Zimmerman. 

         The story begins with Rose Rita having a fit with her mother. Rose Rita, as I had just mentioned, is a tomboy through and through, and hated the idea of going to middle school like a toddler hates broccoli.

So it was natural that she would be distraught at the idea of going to girl scouts camp. We see that Mrs. Pottinger, Rose’s mother, is almost on her last straw with the young lady. She doesn’t want to yell at Rose Rita; after all, she can’t change her daughter’s mindset. Rose Rita then continues to daydream about being accepted as a boy, where her actions are just an ordinary everyday thing, where she can play all the baseball she wants without being judged. Even worse, her friend Lewis is going away to Boy Scouts Camp for the summer.

         Later, she finds herself at the comforting home of Mrs. Florence Zimmerman for a party, where she can forget her troubles just for a few hours and have fun with her friends. There, she finds that Lewis wanted to go to Boy Scout camp so that he could be seen as a real boy. You see, Lewis isn’t anything like the “other boys” the same way Rose Rita isn’t like the “other girls.” Lewis isn’t good at sports at all, and doesn’t like roughhousing. By going to Boy Scout camp, Lewis can learn how to become more of a boy in an attempt to get Rose Rita to like him better. Of course, Rose Rita likes Lewis just the way he is, and she’s just fine with Lewis how he is, so naturally she’s upset that Lewis wanted to leave her to try to make her like him better.

Mrs. Zimmerman doesn’t want Rose Rita to be upset. So she invites her on a trip to go up to her cousin’s Oley’s farm after a peculiar letter was sent to her. The letter spoke of a magic ring that Oley supposedly owned, but Mrs. Zimmerman said that Oley was a bit of a nutter due to his solitude. While Rose Rita is suspicious of this, she accepts this to some degree, and agrees to go. While her parents argued over whether she should go, Rose Rita began to ponder on the case of Middle School again. “Rose Rita felt a sudden sense of hopelessness when she remembered that she wouldn’t be able to be a tomboy forever. Skirts and nylons, lipsticks and power puffs, dating and dancing were all waiting for her in Junior High. Wouldn’t it be nice if she were really a boy” (Bellairs, 26). Here, Rose Rita is concerned for her future as a tomboy, and is worried if she can keep up her ways.

Soon, Mrs. Zimmerman and Rose Rita hit the road to Petoskey.

Along the way, they eat at a diner, where Mrs. Zimmerman totally dominates everyone with her pinball skills. After shopping at a nearby bakery, the duo continue on their way. However, they ran out of gas almost at the desitination, and had to stop at a nearby gas station. There, Mrs. Zimmerman encounters an old rival of hers, Gert Bigger.

The illustration accompanying Gert shows a very large old woman, about as old as Mrs. Zimmerman, with a hunchback. She clearly gave the impression of a grumpy old witch of the woods, and based on what limited knowledge we have of her, we know that she’s bound to pop up later, but not in any sort of positive manner. According to Mrs. Zimmerman, Gert Bigger is simply “mad at the world”, and that is her reason for having such a grudge against Mrs. Zimmerman specifically is because the two of them had fought over a boyfriend when they were much younger, and Mrs. Zimmerman had won said fight. 

Eventually, they made it to the ranch. The two of them drove right up to the barn, and soon after, entered the house. When they walked in, they found the entire place in a ransacked and ruined state. Even more peculiar, they found a small blue velvet box, something that perhaps a ring was fit into. But whatever had been fit in there was gone at that point.

Mrs. Zimmerman didn’t seem concerned at all with this. She claimed that the ring wasn’t magic at all, and that there was no point for whoever stole it to steal it. She still claimed that old Oley was an absolute nutter, and thought that an old washer was a magic ring. But Rose Rita saw through Mrs. Zimmerman’s façade and figured that she was simply covering up the ring’s magical powers. 

The next day, the duo left for sightseeing and exploring up and into the Upper Penninsula. As the day began to end, Mrs. Zimmerman started poking around some antique shops as she loves doing so, and she found something rather peculiar. It was an image of Mrs. Zimmerman in a picture, with her face scratched off.

Here, we can think all the way back to “The House with the Clock in its Walls”, where Uncle Jonathan mentioned that if you destroy something that represents someone or something, such as a picture of someone, you can destroy/kill someone or something. Uncle Jonathan gave the example of a witch who placed someone’s photo under running water until their face faded away. This method was possibly used when Uncle Jonathan eclipsed the moon for Lewis and Tarby. Mrs. Zimmerman was extremely disturbed when she saw the picture of herself in the antique shop, and after she bought it and explained briefly that just like I had explained earlier: “It was a way of murdering somebody by magic” (Bellairs, 49). She later burned the picture and refused to speak of it further. This put Rose Rita on edge. She was confused and worried for the safety of Mrs. Zimmerman.

However, Rose Rita had problems of her own. She still wondered whether she could still be a tomboy in middle school. She had taken a quick peek at a local middle school dance, and saw the wallflowers simply sitting at the side of the walls. She didn’t think it looked like much for them, and figured that she would become a wallflower when she moved up to middle school. She thought about it more, and realized that girls couldn’t do much other than sit and look pretty, which was mostly the case back when this book takes place. Based on a Google Ngram search I did, it appears that the book takes place somewhere in the mid 1900 as they always call middle school, “Junior High”. So it would make sense for there to be discrimination against girls and women; after all, women had just received the right to vote in 1920. Rose Rita spoke to Mrs. Zimmerman about this dilemma, and she talks about her past relationship and about being a widow, and this appears to calm Rose Rita down a bit. After a couple of games of cribbage, the two of them go to bed.

That night, Rose Rita awoke to a terrible feeling in her gut. It appears that she has some sort of special intuition and knows precisely when something bad is about to happen. When she went to Mrs. Zimmerman’s room, she saw a dark figure, hunched over Mrs. Zimmerman. She awoke Mrs. Zimmerman at once. However, Mrs. Zimmerman assured her that everything was all fine, that she must’ve mistaken her dress as a person. Rose Rita was not comforted in the slightest. She had been absolutely sure that there was a person standing over Mrs. Zimmerman. She could tell that something was very wrong.

And something very wrong there was. The next day, as they were driving down the road to their next destination, Mrs. Zimmerman began doubling over in pain over the steering wheel. She told Rose Rita that she had appendicitis, and to take the wheel. Although she was scared, brave Rose Rita took control of the car.

Though she had never driven before (naturally as she was underaged), she stepped forward and drove. Though many would’ve cowered at the prospect of driving with any lessons or experience, Rose Rita did it. Unfortunately, she crashed the car before she could make it to the hospital, but this ended up doing more good than harm. Not only did the two of them escape with only some minor injuries, the police found them, and they were sent to the hospital. To pass the time while Mrs. Zimmerman was still unconscious, Rose played ball with some boys. Most of them were impressed, except for a lug who teased her constantly. But after beating him in baseball trivia, he “put his hands on his hips and looked at her straight in the eye. ‘Well, you wanna know what I think? I think you’re a pret-ty damn funny kind of girl” (Bellairs, 76). Rose Rita took that harder than she expected. She ran off, mad at the boy, but mostly mad at herself for letting him get to her.

When she got back to Mrs. Zimmerman, she found the real reason why Mrs. Zimmerman fell ill. It wasn’t appendicitis, it was a charm pinned to the inside of her dress. After exiting the hospital, Mrs. Zimmerman said that they needed to get home ASAP. They went to bed, exhausted. But the next day, something strange was going on with Mrs. Zimmerman. She demanded that she and Rose Rita leave for Oley’s farmhouse, even when she said that she needed to get home at once. This is very out of Mrs. Zimmerman’s normally kind and compassionate nature. Rose Rita even thinks, “Rose Rita had never seen Mrs. Zimmerman act this way before. Her voice was harsh, and her actions were rough and almost brutal. It was almost as if someone else had gotten inside of Mrs. Zimmerman’s skin” (83). Mrs. Zimmerman almost appears possessed, something that could very much have happened. Or perhaps she was drawn to the ring, maybe something magical lured her to it. Anyway, whatever happened to her wasn’t natural at all. The two packed their things and left the hospital. 

The car ride there was oddly silent. Rose Rita recalled that Mrs. Zimmerman would always laugh and joke around when they were on the road, but now she was silent. She only spoke when Rose Rita asked her why they were going, and she simply replied with “I don’t know why. There’s something I have to do there, but I can’t remember what it is” (Bellairs, 86). She spoke sluggishly, like she was exhausted. They made it to the farm, but shortly after they arrived, Mrs. Zimmerman disappeared. 

Terrified, Rose Rita frantically began searching for her. She failed, and retreated back to the car to sleep. The next morning was cheerful and lovely, and Rose Rita decided that she wasn’t going to cry because that wouldn’t bring Mrs. Zimmermann back. Her thoughts wandered about, curious about what to do. She finally settled on going to Gert Bigger’s place, and so she did. As she approaches the front of the shop, we see a chicken. This chicken appears to be slightly out of its mind, as it starts freaking out when Rose Rita approaches. Rose Rita ignores this, and she asks to use Gert’s phone to call Uncle Jonathan. While Uncle Jonathan doesn’t pick up, she does find something peculiar: a pentacle. A pentacle was a magical symbol used by witches and wizards when they wanted something dramatic to happen, whether good or bad. This proved to Rose Rita that Gert Bigger was a witch. Gert Bigger was about to do something to Rose Rita, but at the last moment, someone called her name and she left Rose Rita, who immediately high-tailed it out of there.

Rose Rita ran and ran until she could run no more. She collapsed, and it was then when a girl around Rose Rita’s age came up to her. Her name was Agatha. Some readers may have been suspicious of Agatha as soon as they saw her name. Agatha is a cryptic name to be suspicious of; after all, take a look at Agatha Harkness from WandaVision. When a writer names a character Agatha, you know that she’s gonna have some connection to magic. However, in this case, Agatha Sipes (or Aggie) was a kind, sweet little girl who was just interested in helping out Rose Rita. Rose Rita trusted Aggie, and they left for her home. 

They made it to the Sipes’ place, and after some lunch, Rose Rita had a conversation with Mrs. Sipes. Rose Rita believed that she was a good liar and came up with a tall tale to keep Mrs. Sipes from calling her parents, but this failed miserably. After telling the truth, Rose Rita and Aggie spent the rest of the day attempting to contact Uncle Jonathan. But like before, he didn’t respond. This is when Rose Rita decided that enough was enough, and says the memorable line, “how’d you like to help me break into Mrs. Bigger’s store? Tonight!” (Bellairs, 130). Rose Rita is now taking things into her own hands, and with the help of her new friend Aggie, she is going on her way to save Mrs. Zimmerman. With some help, she managed to break into the store cellar. And down there, well, that’s where the epic climax takes place. Although it’s not a big boss battle, it gives it that kind of theme while still retaining that classic Bellairs style.

Rose Rita awoke in darkness. She felt something on her eyes, and her hands were crossed. Back then, during the Salem Witch Trials, if someone had the influence of a witch over them, their body would contort and their hands would cross. This is shown here with Rose Rita’s crossed hands over her chest. Gert Bigger walks in, and begins on a spiel about now having the magic ring and its capabilities. She then goes on to summon the demon Asmodai.

She wishes a rather clique wish; she wished for immortality and eternal youth. Her wish was granted, and she disappeared. Suddenly, Rose Rita felt like she could move once again. She got up and ran for her life. She didn’t know what she was running from, and she didn’t know why, but she ran deep, deep into the woods. She then slipped the ring on her finger, and called upon Asmodai. But as she began to speak to Asmodai, Mrs. Zimmerman came over, almost like an angel. And with that, our heroine was saved. 

Mrs. Zimmerman then proceeds to clear up a few things: The chicken in the front other was her, and the young beautiful willow tree that just appeared was Gert Bigger. This is reasonable, as after Asmodai cast his spell and turned Gert Bigger into a tree, she lost all of her magical capabilities.

This led Mrs. Zimmerman to revert back to normal form. Because Gert Bigger is a normal person who wishes to be magical, it is likely that her magic is weak, and can’t sustain it. Although Mrs. Sipes said that witches and magic were involved in the mystery, Mrs. Zimmerman claimed that there was none, and that was the end of that. Mrs. Zimmerman also assured the Pottingers that everything was fine, and everything was fine after that. They go back home, tired but happy after a long adventure. The story ends with a trip to a lake, where we see Lewis swimming for the first time, and it appears that everything is pleasant and happy once again.

This story gives us an excellent view on the life and struggles of Rose Rita. It shows us how much thought she puts into her future, and makes us wonder what will become of her in middle school. Rose Rita is a true heroine here, and although she isn’t capable of magic, we see her dive straight into the thick of it and emerge victorious. This book utilizes a unique perspective and new characters to create a fascinating tale of the troubles of a young girl, and it is a rather magical tale indeed.