Crone On Lone Tree Hill

The haggardly crone defiantly stood on Lone Tree Hill. So valiant that she gave the newly born cat a chill. Daring the north wind to blow her around or down, There were no other witches or warlocks anywhere around. I wanted to be your familiar, the tiny cat said. How can I be your sidekick if you are going to be dead? The wizened hag cackled, and stood hillside bound. She would train this scared-y cat to feel safe and sound.