Ah, my dear readers! Get ready, because today, your favorite witch, Miss Tagada, is diving into an investigation that’s been keeping me up at night. Yes, a real mystery worthy of the greatest novels. The subject of my obsession? Baby Madison Ewing, the youngest member of the Ewing family—an 11-month-old boy who looks like he stepped right out of a fairy tale.
Think I’m exaggerating? Just wait: ever since his birth, strange, almost supernatural events have been happening around him. Take that day when a violent wind threatened to topple the runway at a fashion show organized by his mother, Élise Ewing. Just as the wind seemed unstoppable, everything suddenly calmed, as if by magic, leaving the guests speechless. And who was there, sitting quietly in his stroller with an angelic smile? Baby Madison.
Or that time when his 10-year-old big brother, Colin, was devastated after losing his sketchbook. Baby Madison, barely able to walk, pointed a chubby little finger at a shelf, and there it was—suddenly visible, as if it had just been waiting to be found. Coincidence, you say? I don’t believe in coincidences.
For months, I’ve been secretly observing this little boy. Don’t judge me—it’s for science… or magic, call it what you will. But nothing, absolutely nothing, has allowed me to prove what I suspect: Baby Madison is an angel. Yes, a real angel, with powers beyond our understanding.
And yet, he’s clever. Too clever. He seems to sense my presence, and whenever I get too close, he looks away or pretends to be asleep. He’s too discreet for a child his age. But I, Miss Tagada, am not one to give up. This time, I decided to take things up a notch.
My plan was simple: set up a subtle yet effective trap to force Baby Madison to reveal his true nature. So, during a tea party at the Ewing household, I staged a little test. While Peter, his father, discussed business and Élise showed off her latest sketches, I used my powers to transform into a tiny strawberry and climbed a shelf unnoticed. I discreetly nudged a precious vase—a family heirloom—hoping to see if Baby Madison would intervene to save it.
But, dear readers, I hadn’t anticipated that Kimberly, his five-and-a-half-year-old sister, would be quicker than me. With a swift leap, she caught the vase before it hit the ground. Such reflexes, that little one! As for Baby Madison, he simply looked at me with his big, innocent eyes, a mysterious smile playing at the corner of his lips. As if that little rascal had somehow spotted my hiding place, even though I was the most inconspicuous strawberry in the world at that moment!
But I wasn’t giving up yet! I refused to be discouraged and tried another trick. Using one of my magic spells, I caused a blackout in their massive villa, hoping that Baby Madison might… I don’t know… glow in the dark? After all, aren’t angels supposed to shine? But no. All I saw was a baby happily playing with the shadows cast by a flashlight his father, Peter, had turned on.
In the end, out of ideas and out of tricks, I realized I had to let go. I had been so determined to uncover a secret that perhaps wasn’t meant to be revealed. Baby Madison is a mystery, a puzzle—but also a lesson for me. Sometimes, we have to accept that some things remain beyond our reach.
And yet, just before I left, as I was discreetly slipping out of the house, I saw something that shook me. Baby Madison, sitting in his high chair, pointed a chubby finger toward the sky, where a ray of sunlight streamed through the window. He babbled softly, and in his gestures, there was a grace, a serenity that felt almost divine.
So, dear readers, is he an angel? I’ll let you decide. All I can say is that Jonathanland is undoubtedly a place where miracles—big and small—happen every day.
See you soon for more juicy revelations—and perhaps another mystery to unravel.
Your devoted witch,
Miss Tagada
