Believe it or not,my neighbor is a witch,her name is mrs magalit.Her hair looks dead and wiry.her nostrils flare wide open.she stares at you with dagger eyes.but she has a beautiful set of teeth.they're white and they sparkle each time she laughs.......hahahahahaha...hihihihihihihi
mrs.angry chuckles and cackles loudly when she watches comedians perform in the town plaza.she snickers and sniggers each time she gossips with aunt mila.and when she finds children cute,her laughter shifts to a high pitched titter:"hahahahahaha...hihihihihi.."she giggles shrilly white pinching my plump cheeks.
why did i say that mrs.angry is a witch?it's not because she looks like one.nor is it because of her eerie laughter. its because she refuses to enter our house each time a broom stands by the doorway.my grandma said (and may her soul be in heaven) that warlocks and witches are terrified of clean ,split-polished,and spick and span houses.the broom bars them from entering.and there's another reason.she eats with her left hand.and that's how warlocks and witches eat,according to grandma.
after 2 weeks i always visit the witch or i mean my lola,we always eat buscuit and drink in our house,watching tv together.and lola loves walking every morning so im guiding her.
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