← 1.1 → Ow! Ow! Seriously? Was that really necessary? Grembert grabbed at the oddly smooth absence where his ear had been just a moment ago and cursed his luck. What the heck is wrong with you witches? Cant you just accept cash or livestock like everyone else? The witch cackled with glee, as witches are wont to do, and did a wobbly dance of amusement, her bracelets and baubles jangling in a most annoying fashion. FOR THE FOOL WHO LISTENS, BUT YET CANNOT HEAR! A PRICE MOST CRUEL, I TAKETH YOUR EAR! She continued to dance with uncoordinated abandon. Now there were claps involved. She was really getting into it. Look, grunted Grembert, you got my ear, youve done your stupid dance, now can I please get what I came here for? You should be thankful! cautioned the witch, now doing The Cabbage Patch, My sister is less charitable than I! She takes hands! And sometimes lesser organs. One ear is a small price to pay for THIS! The witch reached down her own throat, like, up to her elbow, and pulled out a glowing purple vial. Thats disgusting! exclaimed Grembert. What? grunted the witch. That thing you did, reaching into your throat. How did you do that? replied Grembert. Im a witch, said the witch. Now sprinkle this into the eyes of the one you deem worthy. But only use it ONCE, or there will be ironic, horrifying consequences, you hear me?! I half-heard you, muttered Grembert, rubbing his earless stump, and with that he crawled back out of the witchs lair.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 02:45:35 +0000
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