The World's Worst Fairy Godmother by Bruce Coville Read Free Book Online Page B

that’s all. A fairy godmother must never fall in love.”
    Zozmagog sighed heavily.
    â€œLook,” said Edna primly. “We’ll find a cure for the effects of that apple. Then you’ll be just fine.”
    â€œBut I don’t want to be cured!” cried Zozmagog. Suddenly he sat straight up, and his eyes went wide. “Wait a minute! ! What about that poor girl who got my apple? I feel awful about that.”
    Edna looked at him nervously. “What are you talking about?”
    Quickly Zozmagog explained to her about the crab apple he had made for Susan.
    â€œWell, that certainly does complicate things,” said Edna disapprovingly. “But with your help, I’m sure I can disenchant the poor girl.”
    â€œIt won’t be easy,” said Zozmagog. “The spell can only be broken one way. She has to tell someone she loves them.”
    Edna gasped. “But if she’s so cranky and crabby—”
    â€œExactly,” said Zozmagog glumly. “And that’s not the worst of it.”
    â€œThere’s more?” asked Edna sharply.
    Zozmagog looked away, embarrassed.
    â€œZozmagog,” said Edna, “what have you done?”
    The cherub-in-disguise sighed. “Susan is contagious. Any kid who comes into close contact with her is going to catch the spell and start acting in the same incredibly bratty way.”
    â€œGracious,” cried Edna, “you were nasty, weren’t you! I’ll have to see that spell, and quick! Come on!”
    Grabbing Zozmagog by the hand, she pulled him to his feet.
    Zozmagog started to lead her in the direction of the cave.
    Zitzel was about to follow when someone grabbed him from behind.

Chapter Eleven
Susan’s Rampage
    â€œGotcha!” cried Susan happily. “Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha!”
    â€œLet go!” cried Zitzel, squirming wildly.
    Susan just laughed.
    â€œWhat do you want?” asked Zitzel, still squirming. He was surprised at how strong she was.
    â€œWhat do I want? I want to cause trouble! I want to bug people! I want to be rude, nasty, and generally socially unacceptable.”
    Zitzel began to smile. Maybe things weren’t so bad after all.
    â€œLet go of me and I can help you!” he said.
    Susan let go. Then she gave him a noogie. “I’ll tell you what I like,” she said. “I like spittin’, cussin’, and fightin’.”
    â€œHey, me too!” said Zitzel.
    â€œMan, I can’t believe all the time I wasted,” growled Susan, as she whacked Zitzel on the head. “Years of perfect sweetness! Yetch! I never got out of my seat unless I was supposed to. I never took off my shoes until it was time for bed. Heck, I never even picked my nose in public! I tell you, it is time for this girl to cut loose.”
    â€œI agree,” said Zitzel, rubbing his hands together. “What shall we do first?”
    â€œLet’s beat each other up!” cried Susan. With that she launched herself at Zitzel and began to pound him on the head.
    â€œOw! Ow! Ow! Stop that, will ya? I’m on your side.”
    â€œYou’re not on my side, you’re underneath me!” shouted Susan as she pinned the little imp to the ground. She began flicking his ears, singing “Flickety, flickety, bop-bop-bop!” Then she grabbed them and pulled them out sideways. “Man!” she cried. “These are big enough to be wings!”
    Before Zitzel could get loose, Gustav happened along. Susan jumped up and ran to him. “Hey Gustav!” she cried, grabbing him by the shoulders and breathing in his face. “Let’s fight!”
    Gustav looked totally astonished. “Susan, is that you?”
    â€œSure is, you little slimeball,” she said as she punched him on the shoulder.
    Gustav stood stock still for a moment. Suddenly his mouth began to twitch. His eyes got wide, and then very narrow. “I hate everything!” he