Ebony Watches Her Make Stew

Mutter mutter mutter. Gutter gutter doo. Cutter cutter cutter Hutter hutter boo. Ebony sat staring, could not look away. Twas a yearly event on Halloween day. Witch T snorted and cackled and laughed as she dunked. Stew splashed out as apple heavily landed in totally well plunked. My best brew ever she bragged with a wink and a whistle. She tossed in kerosene, fingernails, goat’s milk and a thistle. Ebony sat mesmerized, watching her friend, the witch. She moved not a centimeter. Her tail barely gave a twitch. Witch T threw in mushrooms, the poisonous kind. Knowing whoever found it would consider it a terrific find. And now for my sister, she said with a snarl and a laugh. In went an elongated head of a quite dead giraffe. A bag of marshmallows and two cups of rancid puppy chow. She could not stop dancing or adding stupid stuff now.