Witchy Patty

Witchy Patty’s bulbous nose smelled smoked toad and horse livers. Anticipating their sweet taste gave her the salivating quivers. If they had bat’s tongue and owl’s beak she knew she’d get the shivers. This insanely tasty fragrance was wafting up the entire length of Six Rivers. As she flew her broom over the woods she got a quick peep Of her craziest most unrelated cousins riding red and brown sheep. She got so excited she gave a giant whoop and a giant airborne leap, Falling off her broomstick, and landing next to them in a crumpled heap. Her cousins raced toward her cackling; it was hilarious at first. One of them honked her by her nose; another stole her pink clasped purse. Little LuLu Witch was the first to finally begin hollering for an ER nurse. They had actually filed Witchy Patty’s death. Frankly, there is nothing worse.