Once there lived a little witch called Witty in the tiny enchanting town of Wistwood. The townsfolk had always believed Witty to be harmless, envisioning her broom rides to be nothing more than childish delight, her bubbling cauldron merely brewing fragrant herbal tea.
As Halloween approached, Witty planned to host a grand Halloween Hoopla for all her pals. “Just a pinch of mischief,” she giggled to her black cat, Brew, feeding in some eerie ingredients into her mystical brew, like strands of cobweb and essence of ghostly giggles.
That night, the Hoopla started well with cheery chatter, pumpkin pie, and green lemonade. Midway through, Witty served her special Halloween brew and with mischief in her eyes she said, “Let sip the magic potion, for it tastes of sweet commotion.”
Followed by the first sip, small changes happened. Mr. Spook, the ghoul, started painting rainbows, Miss Shadow, the vampire, started giving sunny smiles, and Mr. Bone, the skeleton, danced flamboyantly!
The twist? They loved being ‘normal’ for a night and thereafter Witty started charging them for her ‘human potion,’ becoming the wealthiest person in Wistwood overnight. Who knew that even spooks dream of a cheerful life, and yes, the witch knew it too!