“Which way do I go?” Asked the witch. She needed to go home for the night that didn’t offer the sweets she had hope to enjoy with her black cat, her faithful but aloof campanion, a familiar which didn’t need any sweets to hinder the innate need to hunt for a tasty mouse. For she was hungry waiting for her mistress to provide the night’s ration of vitals from the cupboard…
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