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After class, not even stopping for lunch, Mu Ying and her companions took their newly made brooms and ran to the back mountain like homing swallows.
Thick layers of fallen leaves were everywhere on the ground there.
What they thought would be an easy task also had its difficulties.
After a few sweeps, Lillian's broom was the first to lose a bunch of straws and then it fell apart.
Windsor's was next.
Mu Ying's was better, as she had tied it very tightly; it didn't fall apart, but it shrank a little, with the broom handle stuck in the ground.
"..."
The three of them looked at each other awkwardly and then burst into laughter.
"It's a good thing we held back from flying. Otherwise, these brooms probably would have fallen apart as soon as we took off!"
"We need to borrow a broom to see how to tie it properly."
"Better to ask a senior sister for help. I can't wait to fly."
Senior Sister Margreta's loud laughter rang out overhead just in time.