Witches Choose Their Familiars

We witches in training all chose a familiar. It was the rule at the School of the Transvillar. I chose a gray bat with a broken wing. Taylor selected a crawdad that could sing. Molly picked a toad with an enormous toe. I switched out the bat for a broken mule from Idaho. Samantha chose a taxidermied man from Kalamazoo. He had been stuffed by his nasty wife Little Lu. But he’s stuffed, we argued. What can he do? The stuffed guy said “I can out-sing and dance most of you.” Apparently he had been motorized. But asked Taylor “has he also been sanitized?”