Concoction Is Almost Ready
Witch owl stirred the antique broom handle in a slow steady way
The cauldron’s energy turned from gray and orange to green that day.
The concoction is almost ready she told the bats from West Avenue Bay.
Cheering and hooting came from the ghouls, warned not to play.
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