Meeting a Pink Witch

I had fallen into the stereotype trap of labeling witches. Not realizing the Grimm Brothers were way off their britches. Witches Creed has always been “to no living thing do harm”. They mean no harm to animals or plants, it is part of their charm. How did I figure it out? It is not because I am bright in any way. But one out of these “no harmers” fell out the sky in front of me one day. She was beautiful, dressed in pink, of all of the colors, which surprised me. “So all witches don’t wear black?” I said, rather stupidly. She smiled at my lack of knowledge, and introduced me to her familiar, ****. Her spell book was actually full of homemade remedies and cures for stuff. I was intrigued, surprised, amazed, and ready to become this witch’s friend. She showed me how to ride on her broom too, it had a slight ordinary bend.