The Suffering of a Broom :)))

The little stories of a witch

What do you want — a treat or a trick?

My broom is playing numerous tricks.

She must have gone insane — if I call her, she flies back! This is maybe a new caprice… I don’t understand.

We have a long story together — what is a witch without a broom? I would not look authentic at all without her!

So, I cannot imagine what is going on. I know she can’t stand my sister Lotta, but yesterday, I saw how Primpy — the broom, was chasing her and trying to bang her with the handle!

Can you believe it? Primpy has never been aggressive…

There is something weird here. She keeps a secret! It has never happened before!

Look at her! She spins a hundred loops per minute, then disappears deep in the forest. I cannot see her, but I feel how furious she is!

As soon as I get close, she starts hissing like a crazy and angry little kitten! Oh, no! As if a hundred Devils are riding her!

I quickly pull out the black pot — I will brew a potion for weak nerves! I haven’t slept for five nights! I have no magical powers in reserve.

I pour mint, lemon balm, and hawthorn. Then, I am adding a significant dose of valerian and a unicorn horn flake!

I hope it’ll fix her, at least for a while!

I’m boiling and stirring, casting spells, and praying to all the saints. Hidden behind the bush, I hunt her. I make her take two sips of the infusion!

She licks her lips and curls up to sleep. She sleeps for three days and nights! What a relief!

With one open eye, Primpy reveals that she is jealous of… my new boyfriend!

How did I get a boyfriend? Who is he?

This is another story, folks.

If you like the one above, I may retell to you the others. :)))

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