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The Witch's Dinner

ding, dong! the witch rang bell- "Steamy stew for supper today" she yelled. Cooked with skins, meat boiled in blood, Add a little salt, and a bit of pepper too, and the children were done. The beasty women gathered and sat all in a square, sipping on some green goo in a wooden bowl they share, gossiping like school girls and complaining like old women in a nursing home. They saw me looking in through their cabin window. they twirled their wands with disgusted looks.. zapped! and I was gone half eaten into their cooks.

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Date: 7/21/2009 11:25:00 AM
Great fun write Brittany, what times lunch>>James
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