Miss Marble at 46 Grimace Street had been convinced by her neighbour and good friend, Mansur Stigglefod, to run a garage sale for the occupants of Grimace Street.

Miss Marble was not all that keen initially but Mansur explained to her the merits of a garage sale and that it would be a good community activity. Added to that a garage sale was a good way of getting rid of anything you no longer had any need for.

The Grimace Street Garage sale took place on the third Saturday of the month, and most of the street’s inhabitants embraced the idea. The street was festooned with balloons and signs advertising the houses participating.

For Miss Marble, there were a few things she thought she could offer for sale and it was, she agreed, a good opportunity for her to give her shed a good clean out.

What surprised her was how many people from outside Grimace Street turned up to peruse the goods for sale.

Mansur did a roaring trade as over the years she had accumulated a great number of nic-naks, ornaments and a whole lot of very vintage kitchen appliances.

Throughout the day people came and went, it was a roaring success with every household feeling the day had been a great community-building exercise as well as the opportunity for them to earn a few dollars, for as Mansur stated, “People will pay to take your garbage away.”

Miss Marble being the witch she was, had to careful with what she offered as a lot of her old stuff was still in good use, and she wasn’t going to part with any of it. Instead, she found her old lawn-mowers, garden rakes and shovels all attracted a lot of attention. Added to that she did a great trade in herbs, having potted up a lot of her unusual herbs.

She smiled when Mr Jenkins from No.32 Grimace Street bought her Forget-Me-Not Plants, as she knew he had a terrible memory and the plants might just be the thing to get his mind working again. Time will tell she thought.

The Harvey twins from 29 Grimace Street, took home a ‘Prompt’Plant, useful in reminding you of things you needed to do.

At the end of the day, Miss Marble and Mansur sat on Miss Marble’s veranda and watched the last of the stalls being taken down and observed the satisfied looks on the faces of their neighbours’.

It had been a successful day, doubly so when in the afternoon, Miss Marble offered cups of tea to the people visiting the street for the first time. Being the careful witch, she was, each cup was laced with a tiny drop of her “Where was I’ potion designed to make you forget where you had just been.

For as Miss Marble thought to herself, ‘One can never be too careful.”

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