The three of you dashed back
into the building, and hid under a pile of boxes. All the doors around you where
locked, so you had no choice. In a matter of minutes the old witch walked by the
broken door, and paused looking inside.
“Come out you pretties! I’m hungry”
she shrieked. The three of you held your breath, waiting for her to leave, not
moving a single muscle.
“You little brats killed my poor Icabob!”
she exclaimed, as she found the corpse limp on the floor.
“Now you shall die!” she continued,
stepping into the building. Shivering, the three of you lay still, numb from
fright. The old lady, Hingerbone, continued,” I see you little rats! And I can
hear you shivering under those boxes. Then she took out a book, and recited in a
foreign language a spell, one that turned you all to frogs. Then she delicately
picked you and your amigos up and placed you all into her foaming mouth. Ten
seconds later she chewed you up raw, like a bunch of apples. Don’t you hate
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