Giving a Witch a Ride To Leed

If the witch was any witchier she would be witchy indeed! Her face is the face of a seasoned spell-maker, I must concede. I watch her picnic with a troll as they devour an enormous feed. There is sweat on her brow that is too crazy-acting to bead. I will meet you later, she tells the troll, I am heading to Leed. She wraps up the rest of the lunch, showing her greed. I decide to hightail it out of there and jump on my steed. the witch jumps on too, and thanks us for our “good deed”. So that is how we ended up giving a witch a ride to Leed. It was not my idea, and certainly not the thought of my steed. But she shared a bit of her turkey, so we also could feed. That is why I felt okay about this volun-told “good deed”.