“Don’t take anything from that witch!” Mommy yelled at Lisa not to accept gifts from Aunt Elizabeth. 

“What’s a wish?” asked Lisa, kissing an orange teddy bear. 

She chewed her bottom lip because she’d taken a magazine from Elizabeth, who was wearing orange high heels that matched her orange shoulder bag. 

Lisa clenched her fists after cutting out an orange snake and an orange mouse from the magazine. By now, she’d glued the snake next to the mouse in her ‘Plaak Book’. 

The teen pressed her eyes at her mom’s black high heels, which matched her black earrings, before her ballooning eyes traveled to the black bead necklace. 

Suddenly, Lisa began looking for the picture of the orange mouse. Strangely, the orange snake looked fatter than she’d pasted it. She widened her eyes at the orange snake and grabbed a pair of orange scissors from her pencil case. 

The snake slithered out of her book into the orange pillowcase. Afterwards, the eight-year-old smashed the pillow with a broomstick, scattering orange feathers all over the bedroom. The snake crawled into her orange pants, the ones she was wearing on her birthday. 

Hearing the boom from Lisa’s room, Daddy sneaked in with a hockey stick. 

“Did you take anything from that witch?” Daddy asked, knotting an orange tie around his neck. Lisa shook her head from side to side, almost snapping her neck. 

“No, I haven’t spoken to Aunt Eli since …” she stuttered, blinking. 

“Since …?” Daddy asked, punching the orange curtains before an orange pen dripped ink on his white shirt. 

“Since I was born,” said Lisa, pinning her orange hair curlers. 

Daddy pressed an orange lollipop into her mouth and left. Lisa cut her orange pants into pieces, but the orange snake had disappeared. Then she lifted the orange, fluffy carpet. 

Later, she jumped on the orange bedspread. Something soft and smooth tickled and rubbed her back. Soon, Daddy tiptoed inside, waving a snake-long whip in his hands. Immediately, Lisa hid the orange snake inside her schoolbag. 

“It’s my pet,” she whispered, and the snake magically turned into a toy. 

Later, she rolled the snake into an orange trash bin. She sneaked out of the room and ran up and down the street. Finally, she dropped the bin on her aunt’s lap. 

“Here’s your snake,” she shouted, swinging her hips before the wind shut the orange door behind her. 

“Where’s my mouse?” Elizabeth asked, squeezing the mouse out of the snake’s belly. 

Lisa giggled and stuck her orange tongue out at her.