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About the Broom

About the Broom

According to the old saying, a new broom sweeps clean, but an old broom knows the corners. But what about when it comes to flying?

“Oh, Bother! Why did my old broom have to stop flying,” cried Tilde Periwinkle.

Tilde had been out foraging for snapdragons and black licorice root when she suddenly found herself upside down in a hedgerow.

Picking herself up with what little pride she had left, the witch limped back to her house. “Why do these things always happen to me?” she asked.

Tilde made tea and then fromped on the bench beside the table. “Drat, how can I get anything done without my broom?” the witch remarked.

Making a magical broom is not easy. A witch does not simply pop off to the market and pick up a bargain broom corn besom. No, these things must be thought out.

“Let me see if I can remember. Elm brooms are for those suffering from illness. Excellent for journeys to see cunning folk and as a deterrent against thieves. I have that old elm broom,” but its time has passed, the witch said.

Maple? A broom favored by nomads, I’ll pass on any exploring at the moment, remarked Tilde.

“What about Willow? Hmm, yes, it bends when needed and always accommodates extra heavy loads,” Tilde said.

“One last book to check, but it looks as Willow is a winner,” said the witch.

“Eucalyptus is excellent for short trips and helps eliminate the blues. What a pickle. I could use something like that,” declared Tilde.

Tilde scoured the barn, cellar, and yard for brooms and found three. “Corn broom? I would be the laughingstock of the coven. Elm? Too old. It looks like Willow is the winner,” said the witch.

Tilde Periwinkle, Witch 3rd Class, finished her tea and performed a flying spell. Just in case the broom had a mind of its own, she placed a charm on it to serve and protect.

“Let’s take this baby out for a spin,” stated Tilde as she straddled the broom. In a whoosh, she was off, and as far as I know, she’s still flying hither and yon on that old willow broom.

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Christopher Johnson

Christopher is a retired professor of science and medical education and a children’s author living in Taiwan. He has over 30 years of experience working in higher education internationally. Originally from Huron, Ohio, in the United States, he spent his childhood playing in Lake Erie and Sawmill Creek.

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