Witches Do Not Wear Green

Witches do not wear green I told the little blonde thing. She had swept in on a broom with a ring-a-ding-a-ling. Laughing at my absolutes, she stuck her tongue out at me. She is your idea? Trixie, my muse asked with a bit of glee. She came from my imagination, I admitted, but I do not know her. The little witch did a fancy no-hands trick and gave us a purr. She sounds like a cat, I would watch out if I were you, Trixie said. I picked up a pencil and began drawing to get her out of my head. I will just draw her up fast, I said to almost no one at all. She did a few extra loop-de-loop tricks, but in no way did fall. Let’s just ink her up, Trixie coaxed me, I knew she wanted to paint. Of course I made her green, in honor of St Paddy’s day, Saint.