The wicked witch and the enchanted air conditioner
The wicked witch was positively cooked. Beads of perspiration carried great globs of black mascara from her eyes to her chin and her eyebrows (penciled on only this morning) were no where to be found. Even her black cat familiar hissed when he saw her looking even more menacing than normal. Indeed the witch wasn’t the only thing suffering in the heat wave; her pet crow “Scar” was in a filthy mood and had squawked and pecked at anything that dared to come near him and her prized patch of Hemlock was wilting beyond resuscitation.
The witch dragged herself about her cottage, feeling far too hot in her own skin, let alone her uniform of black handkerchief hemmed gown and shawl- though she had forgone her pointy black hat which sat limply in the corner. She could barely be bothered to think, let alone cast spells and she didn’t venture anywhere near her cauldron, eyeing its bubbling hot surface with disdain. How this heat fanned her frustration and made her long to rein terror over the township, for the sheer malice of it.
Then there came a revelation, a lone salesman made his way up the cottage path- obviously not a local all of whom would have known better than to darken the old witch woman’s doorstep. The peddler knocked boldly at the cottage door and the witch who had been peeking at him from behind the curtains noted that he looked despicably cool despite the weather; but pleased to have someone to vent her spleen upon, she let him in.
They sat in the small, muggy kitchen which surely seemed hotter than the pits of damnation and the salesman launched into his spiel eventually pulling a large air conditioner from his surprisingly small carpet bag. The wicked witch was mesmerized by this enchanted item that promised to bring a cool breeze to her stifling cottage. Immediately she decided she must have one of these air conditioners for herself.
Of course being a wicked witch she had no intention of paying the salesman, nor waiting for someone to come and install the magical machine; instead she threatened to turn the salesman into a frog (which she promptly did to Scar so that the man would know she meant business) and set him to work installing the air conditioner immediately.
Finally 2 hours later the job was finished- though not without some bad tempered whining from the witch over how long it was taking, and the much relieved salesman scampered from the witches evil clutches.
The witch was finally left alone to try out her new fabulous cooling machine. She pressed the on button and waited. The Air conditioner whirred to life and swiftly swept deliciously cool air through out the cottage. The wicked witch was overcome by feelings of joy and contentment (all quite foreign to her normally prickly demeanor) and suddenly felt the urge to shrug off her heavy black clothes in favor for something cool and white and airy. The scowl lines shifted from her face and for the first time in her life she looked calm and serene and at least a 100 years younger. Suddenly she had the overwhelming urge to make gazpacho- (cold tomato soup) for her dinner and she quickly went to prepare the ingredients and take her cauldron off the heat. Even her black cat looked decidedly placid and purred with contentment.
So it would seem that the wicked witch wasn’t really so wicked; just a little hot and bothered and cranky.
The witch dragged herself about her cottage, feeling far too hot in her own skin, let alone her uniform of black handkerchief hemmed gown and shawl- though she had forgone her pointy black hat which sat limply in the corner. She could barely be bothered to think, let alone cast spells and she didn’t venture anywhere near her cauldron, eyeing its bubbling hot surface with disdain. How this heat fanned her frustration and made her long to rein terror over the township, for the sheer malice of it.
Then there came a revelation, a lone salesman made his way up the cottage path- obviously not a local all of whom would have known better than to darken the old witch woman’s doorstep. The peddler knocked boldly at the cottage door and the witch who had been peeking at him from behind the curtains noted that he looked despicably cool despite the weather; but pleased to have someone to vent her spleen upon, she let him in.
They sat in the small, muggy kitchen which surely seemed hotter than the pits of damnation and the salesman launched into his spiel eventually pulling a large air conditioner from his surprisingly small carpet bag. The wicked witch was mesmerized by this enchanted item that promised to bring a cool breeze to her stifling cottage. Immediately she decided she must have one of these air conditioners for herself.
Of course being a wicked witch she had no intention of paying the salesman, nor waiting for someone to come and install the magical machine; instead she threatened to turn the salesman into a frog (which she promptly did to Scar so that the man would know she meant business) and set him to work installing the air conditioner immediately.
Finally 2 hours later the job was finished- though not without some bad tempered whining from the witch over how long it was taking, and the much relieved salesman scampered from the witches evil clutches.
The witch was finally left alone to try out her new fabulous cooling machine. She pressed the on button and waited. The Air conditioner whirred to life and swiftly swept deliciously cool air through out the cottage. The wicked witch was overcome by feelings of joy and contentment (all quite foreign to her normally prickly demeanor) and suddenly felt the urge to shrug off her heavy black clothes in favor for something cool and white and airy. The scowl lines shifted from her face and for the first time in her life she looked calm and serene and at least a 100 years younger. Suddenly she had the overwhelming urge to make gazpacho- (cold tomato soup) for her dinner and she quickly went to prepare the ingredients and take her cauldron off the heat. Even her black cat looked decidedly placid and purred with contentment.
So it would seem that the wicked witch wasn’t really so wicked; just a little hot and bothered and cranky.
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