My return to the Land of Green Witches was sadly sad. Because I was unable to visit last year, the Witches were not very friendly. They did not seem to care I had been convalescing and unable to spend time in their midst. Witches can be so mean at times.
Even though I was decked out in last years Mystery Sock, a sweater by the same designer, and a new pair of orange shoes, the Witches paid me no mind. In fact, Mz. Dressed Tothe-Nines, laughed herself silly! She was very pleased with her look and thought I was trying too hard. "A spell for you? NOT!" My sad face is genuine.
I tried and tried with Witch after Witch turning down my pleas. Bags in hand, second Mystery sock in trouble, I was ignored to the Nth degree.
Mz. Pumpkinhead said, "Can't you see I'm having too much fun to spend any time casting spells for you?!" (Yes, she is hanging up-side down.)
"Just one, just one little spell?", said I.
Said she, "Not now! I'm busy!"
My sad face is genuine.
As I walked away with my head hanging low, I ran across the reason the Witches were having so much fun. Mz. Greengoo had been serving her brew free of charge to anyone with a green face!!
"You, my dear, can have no brew. Your face is NOT green! There is a way, however, my pretty. I will be happy to serve you, but only if you give me your orange shoes!"
A gasp from me, "No, no! I cannot give up my cute new shoes!"
"Then off with you! No shoes, no service!"
With a genuinely sad face I walked away. "Whatever will I do?"
"Better luck next time!", taunted one of the Witches from her window, and I heard them all cackling as I walked away. Maybe I can find a good way to get them on my side. Whatever will I do?