Now she knew how those poor muggle workers must feel...the ones carrying their good on their heads. Or that's what the pictures in muggle books show anyway, she thought.
Bess was nevertheless glad that she had avoided being hit by those sticky marshmellows anyway. It hadn't been easy though!!
As she flew through the marshmellow raining sky, Bess had with all her might, swerved all the 'rocks'. This had made her path a very zig-zag one. Never, in her whole life, had she been more alert as she was today. Flying wild and aig-zag, collecting raining marshmellows in the sky... the ay had been quite out of the ordinary.
"Plop!" There fell one big one into her cauldron. As the marshmellows dropped in, the burden on her poor head increased..... ah!! It was still, a fun thing You don't get a chance to collect marshmellows like this everyday!
Balancing, her skay slef, Bess collececed another marshmellow, a very tiny one it was. She got it in her cauldron by mistake actually. It was going to her her, she tried to move away to avoid it, it her against her cauldron, went high up in the air, and with sudden speed fell right down into the cualdrn on her head!Whoa! Fancy the path being so clear in the path of field where Bess was, as to allow that marshmellow in!
Well! So continued Bess, collecting the marshmellows, and occasinally, acciedentiall collecting them too!!