Farina doesn’t like being a witch. She thought of herself as a provider of magical services.
The covenant was unhappy, and Granny Stockholm told her she was treading on thin ice. “Child, we have ways of dealing with upstarts, so mind your P’s and Q’s,” said the witch.
Farina couldn’t care less what the old hags were planning. She outflew and outwitted all those old, mindless twits with both hands tied behind her back.
“I’ll show them and their upstart brooms,” said Farina.
Walpurgisnacht was fast approaching. Farina’s familiar Sisyphus worried there would be a problem during the great bonfire.
“Mistress, you should keep your head down until after the celebration? ” the familiar cautioned.
“Let’em try and stop me. Old biddies don’t know who they are up against,” retorted the witch.
The covenant council had planned to make an example of Farina by banning her from flying for an entire year. Nothing is more pathetic than a witch having to walk to the market.
Farina had gone early to Brocken Mountain, where she set her plan. “Fire, fire that never tires, burn the brooms when they retire,” chanted Farina.
Hiding at a distance, the young witch awaited the covenant.
Mistress Stockholm was the first to arrive, followed by the council of elders. “Remember, sister, tonight we will show that upstart who is in charge,” cried the witch.
Hundreds of witches arrived and placed their brooms under the pines. “Now that we have all arrived, we will light the fire,” said the headmistress, casting a fireball spell.
The bonfire exploded, and there was a great cheer. Screams of shock and terror followed as hundreds of brooms flew into the fire.
The witches flew to and fro, hit by the speeding brooms, which burst into flames as they touched the fire.
Farina mounted her broom, slipped into the night, and returned to her forest hut.
The next day, the youngest witch visited the market for bread and cheese. She saw dozens of her elders dragging trolleys full of food on their way home.
“Such a shame you don’t have your broom. It would make shopping so much easier,” chuckled the witch as she flew past.
The covenant never got around to banning Farina. After Walpurgisnacht, they seemed less interested in Farina and more in getting around.
Farina says, “Live and let Live,” now that the nosy old hags are finding new brooms.
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