Series: Picklewitch and Jack

The dreadful strangers moved in on a wild and windy Thursday. 'Fudgenuts,' cursed Picklewitch, adjusting her cracked binoculars to get a better view of the comings-and-goings. 'This won't do at all. I bet they haven't even bought me any cake.' Picklewitch is, quite literally, out of her tree. She has a nose for naughtiness, a taste for trouble and a...