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through the door, over my head, and onto my bed.
    “Sweet baby Jesus! It’s…a goat! It’s Jay Spot!”
    “What? Gertie! Are you all right?”
    “Yeah. I’m fine. Jay Spot escaped from the shed somehow. He must have busted through a window and ran in here looking for me.” I watched the goat rub his nose around on the bed. “I better get him out of here before he eats my pillow.” I grabbed him by the collar and held him close to me.
    “I’ll call again tomorrow night. Are you sure that goat isn’t going to cause any problems? Maybe you ought to tie him up outside.”
    I looked at the goat’s brass nameplate one more time. “That’s odd. There’s some sort of writing on the other side of his tag. Scribbling actually.” I took off the goat’s collar. “I’ll have to see if I can make some sense out of this sometime.”
    “Let me know what you find out. I’m curious, too. I better get going, Gertie.
    “Call me…” The line went dead. Jay Spot stood there. I watched his closed mouth roll as he gnawed on the telephone wire. “Bad goat! You just ended my call.” I grabbed one of Jay Spot’s ears and led him back out to the shed. This time I made sure to use the padlock to secure the door. I hung a blanket over my busted window and headed up to my bedroom.
    I double checked my calendar. I realized I had a doctor’s appointment in the morning. I had one of those all too common moments of brief confusion when I noticed I had written down the same doctor’s name for an appointment on the same day but it was hours apart. I knew I couldn’t go wrong by making it to the earlier one and disregard the second. I’d have to deal with the goat and the broken window when I got home.
    As I drifted off to sleep, I heard someone whistling the most relaxing melody. “Randy, working late on something again.” I whispered in a sleepy voice to Darcy.
     

Chapter Three
    Booby Hatch Bound
    The little wisps of pink and orange smoke drifted away and I quickly assessed my new surroundings. I was standing in a hallway of a very professional looking office building. I had expected my destination to have more of a hospital feel than a typical corporate corridor. “Doesn’t look like any clinic I’ve seen before.” I tucked my miniature broom into my tote and smiled when I noticed Darcy’s little black paw sweep it under her little blanket of long black fur. The small sign on the door was clear enough. “This must be the place, Darcy.”
    Dr. M. Schmidt
    A shiny, brass colored elevator door on one side of the hallway provided a perfect mirror. I took off my large floppy beach hat and arranged my long straight hair. I noticed I was due to get it cut soon, the reddish strands hung below my shoulders. Speaking of reddish hair, my friend Leigh said my hair was strawberry blonde. I beg to differ, because strawberries are bright red, fire engine red. I just can’t picture any hair naturally in that color red, blonde or otherwise. I straightened out my yellow sun dress. “Good enough.” A muffled cat noise agreed. I knocked lightly on the half opened door and peeked inside the very professional looking office of my new doctor. The room was trimmed in dark cherry wood and the walls had several full bookcases. There were two large brown leather chairs and a cluttered mahogany desk, but no examination table, no bright lights, nothing at all that hinted at a doctor’s office. “This can’t be right. Can it?” I whispered to my hidden cat. “Dr. Schmidt?” I called out.
    A tall, attractive woman in a red dress stepped forward and opened the door. “Please come in. You must be Miss O’Leary.”
    I took a confident step through the doorway. “Whew! Glad I got to the right spot.”
    I’m going to stop my story here for just a minute. I want to explain something about broom travel. Let me tell you, getting to the right place is something you never take for granted when traveling by magic broom. People seem to think it’s