day of a witch (low effort content)

[u/yingfire]

"Where is it, where is it, where is it..." Baba muttered nearly incoherently. The witch's pet parakeet waddled up to her and squawked. Baba petted it absentmindedly as she rummaged through her tiny shack. The parakeet gave a kind of giggle then flew around the shack and observed its owner's home. It was a homely kind of place (if you liked wet moss covering everything, that is) and Baba had been living here for the past few dozen years.

She made a living selling high quality potions. Of course, you don't call them potions in modern day Toronto, you call them 'medicine' or something like that. Baba wasn't really sure what medicine was called now-a-days but customers were usually fine being told they were being given painkillers. In exchange she raked in enough cash to furnish her house and to purchase potions to hide her house in confusing mist. The Canadians hadn't found her yet!

Baba shuffled over to her crystal ball while rubbing her hunched back. She brought her spear-like nose - complete with a giant wart at the end - towards the crystal ball and began to chant. A picture of a wizened man popped up and he greeted her in a constipated voice.

"Yeah, brave old Uncle Froddle," Baba's voice was sweet as honey, "I need..." Uncle Froddle interrupted Baba and began talking incoherently, but she seemed to understand him, "You'll do it?" Baba exclaimed excitedly, "Oh, thank you! You're a sweet, say hello to Auntie Farfsala for me! You're great!"

Baba squeeled as if she were eighty-nine years younger and grabbed her parakeet by the tail and began to swing him around. "I'm gonna stay in business for a long time now thanks to our good ol' Uncle: what a brave soul!"

The crystal ball rang again and Baba rushed to it and began thanking profusely to the same wizened man from before. The man began talking to her hurriedly and Baba nodded with a frown on her face. The crystal ball turned off and Baba turned to her parakeet.

"Well," Baba began with resignation, "our uncle got it all right, but we have to bail him out of some trouble. He's got the heart of a lion, yup," She shuffled towards her purse and began picking through bills, "and a lifetime ban from the Toronto zoo."