An eerie glow arose from the cauldron. The sound of a thick, bubbling potion filled the dark cellar. Then the labradoodle jumped up at the witch's leg, seeking a treat.
Let's try that again!
The village elders had interfered with the witch's witchly doings for the last time. As she summoned the spirits to invoke a fearsome wrath upon her enemies, her pet cockatiel started chirping. His water needed changing.
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