Everyone had a smile on their face. For some reason all the leaves burst into a riot of color ahead of time. Every plant joined in. The spinach turned bright yellow and the grass on the front lawn was neon blue.
That autumn went down in history.
Daily Archives: November 3, 2014
Witless Witches
I threw in a toad and stirred the pot. “That smells so good,” I said. The tall thin witch sniffed the air above the boiling liquid. “Smells like dog crap to me,” she said. “Maybe that giant wart on your lip is blocking the aroma from reaching your hairy nostrils,” I said.
The thin witch screeched. “I curse you for all eternity,” she said.
“Blah, Blah blah,” I said.