He felt in his heart new inspiration and ran faster to reach the stairs of the right house.
Gary remembered, in many occasions, he used to climb up to the top of the old lighthouse, from where he could see the entire landscape, the sea, the meadow, the mountain and his small township.
Those stars were very familiar to him, so he could climb faster- thus the wicked witch tried hard.
But, as he believed in his heart- when he reached the almost the top of the lighthouse, his feet did not slide but, the wicked witch’s- and he saw from the top, the wicked witch to fall.
Continued….
Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.