'Lizzie Dripping and the Witch', originally transmitted on 13 March
1973
Schoolteacher Miss Platt leaves school to find 'Lizzie Dripping' waiting for
her at the exit. Lizzie hopes Miss Platt might walk home with her to see an
enormous marrow growing in a neighbours' garden. Miss Platt has marking to do
and suggests Lizzie go and play with her friend Becky. Lizzie chooses to walk
home by herself instead.
At home, Lizzie's Mum is setting the table for tea and asks Lizzie to go and
get some butter from the village shop. Having bought the butter, Lizzie wanders
back home through the church graveyard. Treading through thick undergrowth in a
rather forlorn-looking yard, Lizzie is amazed to see a witch in pointy hat, with
a broomstick by her side. The witch is sitting on a tombstone knitting. Lizzie
hides behind a gravestone.
Lizzie runs out of the graveyard and comes across local boy Jake Staples
playing marbles in the street. Lizzie tells Jake that she has seen a witch. Jake
dismisses her story, calling her a fibbing 'Lizzie Dripping', to her
annoyance.
Lizzie returns to the graveyard. Though she hides again, the witch calls out
that she can see her. Lizzie emerges from hiding and the witch gives her a
demonstration of her magic powers. The witch suggests she could next turn Lizzie
into a toad so, anxious to avoid this, Lizzie suggests the witch turn a nearby
cat into a toad instead. The witch does so. Lizzie pleads with her to turn the
cat back to normal. The witch is not happy at having wasted her time, but does
as Lizzie asks and the cat, restored, bolts away.
Next, the witch turns herself into three identical witches. Lizzie frets that
if each witch casts the same spell soon there would be nine witches, then 27 and
quickly the graveyard would be overrun. Lizzie thinks of a nicer spell and
imagines herself with long blonde hair in plaits, but before she can request it
she is interrupted by Jake.
The witch is now nowhere to be seen. A disgruntled Jake is not best pleased
at Lizzie wasting his time and runs off chanting, "Lizzie Dripping, Lizzie
Dripping, don't look now your fibs are slipping."
Now alone in the graveyard, Lizzie is sad to think the witch might never
reappear, but resolves to come back tomorrow in the hope that she might. Perhaps
they could be friends.