‘I was in my home world trying to make my cat take a pill.’
‘Yes, officer. I’m a witch. I’m not from these parts. I’m visiting an old pal.’
‘A witch? Time for a breathalyser. Blow into…’
‘What you appear to have in your hand, officer, is a party balloon.’
‘Come on, officer, let’s forget this happened. I must get back to my cat.’
‘Blow your cat.’
The witch clicked her fingers. Seconds later a sabre-toothed tiger appeared.
‘Din-dins, darling. Nobody but nobody disrespects my cat.’