![]() ![]() “If she’s bald, she’ll be easy to spot,” I said. “But you can take it form me that not a single hair grows on a witch’s head.” There was something indecent about a bald woman. “Bald as a boiled egg,” my grandmother said. The second thing to remember is that a REAL WITCH is always bald.” Mind you, lots of very respectable women wear gloves, especially in winter, so this doesn’t help you very much.” Instead of finger-nails, she has thin curvy claws, like a cat, and she wears the gloves to hide them. “Even in the summer, my grandmother said. “What about in the summer when it’s hot?” “In the first place, she said, “a REAL WITCH is certain always to be wearing gloves when you meet her.” “She was dropping cigar ash all over her lap, and I hoped she wasn’t going to catch on fire before she’d told me how to recognise a witch. “Tonight,” the old woman said, “I am going to tell you how to recognise a witch when you see one.” The next evening, after my grandmother had given me my bath, she took me once again into the living-room for another story. An excerpt from Roald Dahl’s, The Witches to keep you safe this all hallows eve and the other 364 days of the year. ![]()
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