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Die Hexe von Pongo

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She held the glass float up to eye level so that her nose was pressing up against the glass. Then Miranda saw something else even harder to explain. Inside the cylindrical bottle, something was moving. It wasn't just the water, which also seemed to be swishing back and forth in imitation of little waves — how Miranda couldn't imagine. This something seemed to jump off the boat. It swam through the water coming toward Miranda. Now it appeared to be knocking on the glass wall of the float nearest to her eyes.

It looked like a person, a miniature human being. The dude was screaming, his voice muted by the thin wall of glass that separated them.

The tiny figure that couldn't have been more than three inches tall managed to pull his head up out of the water as he kicked and flailed his arms. He pushed his red hair aside. His green eyes appeared wild as he stared straight into hers with a look of horror on his face.

"Help, Miranda, help!" He screamed.

Why, it was Phillip!  




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