The Three Lives of Thomasina Page #2

I'm not going to

let him die.

What are you

gonna do, then,

Cure him by magic

or something?

Come on, Jamie.

Why don't you take your frog

To the witch woman

livin' in the Glen?

She's supposed to do magic.

Well, why don't you?

Our mother says

the witch woman's crazy

And we're not

to go up there.

Och, you're just afraid,

the pair of you.

I'm not afraid of anything,

and neither is Geordie.

Are you, Geordie?

Right. Let's take the frog

to her, all three of us.

I dare you.

Very well.

Geordie, we'll all go.

You want to get your frog

cured, don't you?

We don't have to

tell mother we went.

I was only joking.

No, you weren't.

You dared us.

I think

you're afraid to go.

Me, afraid?

Let's go now.

Come on.

Keep up with us.

You'd think they were

all telling on us.

Aye. Are you afraid

to go on, then?

No.

Well, come on.

Whisht! Listen.

It's the witch singing

and banging a drum.

She is crazy.

I want to go home.

When you've got this far?

What about your frog?

Put your box under the tree

and ring the bell.

Aye, go on, Geordie.

We'll wait for you here.

No, no! Go on, Geordie. Go on.

Come on, Geordie.

Go away. Go away.

Go away. Go away.

Larry, come back here.

Oh, your leg is broken.

You poor wee thing.

Has somebody brought you

up here to be cured

By the mad witch

in the Glen?

Eye of newt and hair of dog,

Give me the power

to cure the frog.

listen. Magic.

Off to my cauldron.

Where is my broom?

Och, you poor wee thing.

I don't know why

I bother

To dose that dog

of yours.

The worst thing that's

wrong with him is his owner.

Don't give him sugar.

Aw, but he has

a sweet tooth, Andrew.

Poor old Finn.

Look how pleased he is.

You think more of his

affection and gratitude for you

Than you do of his health.

All you people with pets

are the same.

That's why he's too fat,

poor brute.

"brute,"

he calls you, Finn.

Oh! That's part of the reason

Why folks here are slow

to accept your doctoring.

You show no feeling

for the sick animals you treat,

The animals they love.

Are sentimental about, you

mean, to the point of not knowing

What's best for them, like you and

Mrs. Laggan who was here just now.

Poor old Annie.

Poor old Annie.

Poor old brute of a dog,

you should say.

You thought I was hard on her

just now, didn't you?

My job is to relieve suffering

in animals.

The tribulations of the soul

I leave to you.

She'll get over it, angus.

Aye, but when someone

you love dies,

Something of yourself

dies, too.

You think you have to

tell me that?

Oh, I'm sorry, Andrew.

Forgive me.

That dog of hers was all old

Annie Laggan had left to love.

At least you're not alone.

No.

Look at her now.

Thomasina, where are you?

Thomasina?

Be careful.

It's the jungle.

It's a million Miles thick.

It's full of lions

and tigers.

Thomasina!

Thomasina, come back!

Have you lost

something, Mary?

Shh! We're hunting lions.

Lions? Here?

Geordie, where's your frog?

Did daddy cure him?

No, he wouldn't try.

We took it to the witch in the Glen.

You didn't. I did. We all did.

You saw her?

Is she a real witch?

Aye, we saw her

chant magic over the frog

And take it into her house.

Did you speak to her?

Och, no. She's queer

in the head.

She's got a big drum

in the house.

She bangs on it

and sings awful weird.

There's all kinds

of animals there.

Did she fly

on a broomstick?

Well, not exactly fly.

But she had one, though.

Weren't you afraid?

Well, I wouldn't recommend

just anybody goin' up there.

You were afraid.

You made Geordie take

the frog to the tree.

That was you.

I wasn't afraid.

You must be awful brave.

I am... A bit.

Uh... Remember, angus,

Just keep him

off the sugar.

Well, I can try.

Hello, Mary.

Geordie Macnab took his

frog you wouldn't cure

To a witch who does magic

and flies on a broomstick.

She could have turned him

into a frog,

And it would have been

all your fault.

Mary, Mr. Andrew,

I'm waiting for you.

Come on, now, inside.

Wash your hands.

Thomasina!

Never mind Thomasina.

Dinnertime!

Come on, now, inside.

Wash your hands.

There's a good girl.

That's enough

about witches.

Mrs. Mackenzie Will

tell you the same as me -

There aren't any

outside of storybooks.

Oh, yes, there are.

She been making up more

of her fairy tales?

I didn't make it up. There

is a witch in the Glen.

Och, the Glen.

She bangs a big drum

in her house.

And lives with wild animals

and rides a broomstick.

Jamie Macnab told me.

He and Hughie

and Geordie saw her.

They're filling your head

with nonsense.

And for the hundredth time, Will

you not feed that cat at the table?

Especially with meat.

She likes meat,

and there is a witch.

Now, Mary...

It's a poor wee soul

called Lori Macgregor

That's rented a croft

in the Glen from Mr. Peddie.

She spends most of her time

weaving on a handloom.

That's the "drums"

your friends heard.

Now what do you say?

She's a witch.

She's a wee bit weird,

that's true enough.

It seems she's a lassie

That doesn't mix

with other folk,

But, mind, she's not

been there long.

Some of the shepherds

in the Glen say

She has a rare way with

beasts and birds and that.

Now, mind Thomasina

doesn't spill her cream.

Cream?

Oh, just a wee drop,

Mr. Andrew.

It helps her

to see in the dark.

She told me so.

Didn't you, Thomasina?

There, you hear?

Ask her if she'd like me to go out

and get my rod and catch her a salmon.

Thomasina...

She says, no,

She'd rather go to

the store on market day

And choose

her own fish.

Aye.

Come on, now, no more talk

about witches or magic.

Just say your prayers,

get into bed.

And look after mummy in Heaven

and us down here,

Especially daddy

and Mrs. Mackenzie

And Willie and Geordie and Jamie

and Hughie and Tammas and Bruce

And Geordie's frog

and Thomasina and me.

That's all till tomorrow.

Yours truly, Mary. Amen.

Good night,

yours truly Mary.

Slippers?

Up. In you get.

There we are.

Good night.

Good night, daddy.

Thomasina.

I've told you about that

before, my bonny.

You mustn't keep that cat

on the bed at night.

There.

Oh, please let me

have her.

No, you can have your doll

if you like.

I don't want my doll.

Please.

She must go out

and you must go to sleep.

Go on, lie down.

There's a good girl.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, Thomasina.

You know.

Yes, I knew,

And Macdhui didn't.

This being put out

for the night

Was just nonsense.

I could get in again

anytime I wanted to.

Mary and I

had it all worked out.

It was as easy as that.

Thomasina.

Thomasina, come on up.

But not tonight.

I'd remembered

it was Wednesday,

The night before market day.

They set up the stalls at dawn,

So Wednesday's

always my night out.

And just when I was beginning

to feel like breakfast,

The market was getting ready

to provide it.

Fish, fresh fish,

And the best sauce for it -

The danger of helping myself...

...Which needed cunning

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