Now you’d reckon a witch would be used to the effects of the wind by now, but nope - this one is constantly finding things blowing off and so she has to stop, each time, and find what she has lost. First it is her hat, and that is where she meets a dog who cadges a lift on the broom with her and her cat. Then she manages to lose her bow and before you know it she has accumulated a frog and a green bird too. Worse still is yet to come when they encounter an hungry dragon who is intent on some toasted witch for supper. Can she survive? This reminded me a little of the “chicken Licken, hen Len”…