4 thoughts on “The Witch Who Turned Princes Into Swans”

  2. thestuffedalligator tale:

    “That should do it then,” the old woman said, rolling down her sleeves. With a practiced motion, she hid her wand again amongst the assorted animal-headed canes, gnarled “wand” sticks, and occasional umbrella in her umbrella stand.

    The transformation began quickly, perhaps accelerated by the housewife’s underlying nature. Tufts of grey down began peeking out of her eyebrows and under her hair first. She could feel her shape shifting, ever so slightly, beginning the lengthening of her neck and fingers and shortening of her body. Plucking a stray bit of down from her eye, she nodded thankfully at the old woman.

    “If I were you, I would in head that direction, as there may well be a nice pond about a half mile off,” the old woman said, gesturing toward the deeper forest path. “There might even be a few resident swans there already, who could do with your company. If you hurry, you should even have time to hide your human things before you get there,” she added, noting the housewife was nearly entirely downy now.

    The housewife stepped back slightly, as if to leave, but then a puzzled look spread across her face. “If you’re not a good witch, then aren’t you a bad witch?” she asked.

    “Oh, I’m neither,” the older woman answered, a wry smile curling her lips, “If there were such a thing, I would be a spite-witch.”

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