Oliver stared. What was that enormous black creature beside his baby sister? His mouth was dry with horror. “Is that… is that really Hairy Horace?” he croaked.
“Yes, Horace!” the Witch Baby laughed. “He so ’NORMOUS now!”
Oliver’s jaw dropped open in shock. His sister’s spider Hairy Horace was now the size of an elephant and stood towering over the Moons’ garden, peering around beadily with his big black eyes.