The Wicked Witch
Nibbledeedee, Nibbledeeday. Who's nibbling at my house today?
"Boil, little pot! Bubble and brew. Simmer and stir to a sugary stew. Icing on the cake, poison in its wake. Peaches in the pie, eat it and you'll die! Boil, little pot! Retch and spew. Finish and turn to malevolent hue." Glefyndel laughed as she sprinkled a pinch of this and a piece of that into the mix in front of her. The time had come to re-glaze her house, and she wanted to waste no time about it. She put her hand to her stomach, and her laugh disappeared. She was growing quite thin, and her pile of bones was dwindling. She could only make such small bones last a short time, and she needed them in every meal. Without a bit of human child, she just couldn't keep down regular food. She turned to her oven. It was so very beautiful, and it allowed her to bake all kinds of tasty things for herself and her children.
She opened the door and peered inside. No, the edging for the roof was not quite done yet. It needed a few more minutes. The glaze, however, was ready to be bleached and thickened. She poured flour into the glaze, as well as a special powder that served both to whiten the glaze and repel rain. It was quite useful in keeping her house at a comfortable temperature, as well. She moved her attention to her next home-improvement task. She was thinking of installing lanterns along the path in front of her house made of lollipops. It would certainly draw the attention of the young children. But what colours should she make them in? Not green or blue, certainly, they would blend in with the forest. But she grew so tired of bright colours all the time. Perhaps a nice orange. Yes, orange and red. Attention-grabbing, but not painful to her eyes.
Come in my child, my little dear. Come in little angel, nothing to fear.
