Stirring the Cauldron
Ambrose walked into the Witch’s kitchen and found her stirring the cauldron.
“So what evil potion are you making now foul crone?” He asked. The Witch looked up at him angrily.
“My laundry.” She replied as she fished out a pair of white frilly knickers with her stirrer to show him.
“Oh sorry! I thought you were making some terrible potion.”
“Well I’m not. Why are you in my home?” The Witch asked.
“I was wanting something for my hair loss. I hoped you might have a potion that would help.” He said. The Witch smiled.
“I have just the thing.” She stopped stirring her cauldron and went to a shelf. She selected a dark green potion and gave Ambrose a small vial of it.
“This will stop the hair loss?” He asked.
“Yes hair loss will no longer be a problem. That will be five gold coins.” He mumbled about the price, but gave her the coins. He opened the vial and drank the contents.
“That tasted foul!” Ambrose complained.
“What did you expect? Lime cordial?” She replied. Not long after he drank the potion Ambrose’s skin started turning green and he began to dwindle in size.
“What have you done to me?” He screamed.
“Don’t worry, hair loss will no longer be a problem for you.” The Witch assured him. Within a minute there was a toad where Ambrose had been. “Now get out of my house!” She used her broom to push the toad out her front door, and then returned to her laundry.
“Foul crone indeed!”
This was written with the prompt Stirring the Cauldron provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.
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