As I was being carried away by the knight, I felt something slip from my hand.
It was the wand.
It fell to the ground and rolled away.
I panicked. I needed that wand. Maybe it was the only way to turn back into a cat.
Or maybe it was the only way to defend myself.
I tried to reach for it, but it was too late.
The knight didn't notice it. He just kept riding.
"Hey! Stop! My wand!" I cried.
He looked at me with annoyance.
"Your wand? What are you talking about? You don't have a wand"