Knower and the Wicked Witch (standard:fairy tales, 6157 words)
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The Knower is a very old man who lives in an enchanted Forest. He has a friend called Thickowl, who like his name is exactly that. This is one of many short stories of their day to day humourous adventures in the Forest.

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broomstick and rushed back into her hovel, cursing loudly about what 
she would do to her broom. Once inside the first thing she did was kick 
her lucky black cat out of the door. Her cat, called Lucky? For obvious 
reasons, gave her a right dirty look, then quickly limped off into the 
broom cupboard. She then started to look for her manual on training new 
brooms. On turning to the page marked Troubleshooting she looked up the 
heading, Will Not Obey Orders. As she went through all the problems her 
finger came across the heading, Nighttime Flying Only. Bignose suddenly 
cursed out loud, she realized that in the darkness of her broom 
cupboard she had inadvertently picked up a Fly By Night Broom, not a 
Daytime Broom. Most people do not realize that witches back in the old 
days did not have the Technology of today's witches. Also the witches 
Union would not allow one broom for both day and night flying, it does 
get rather more confusing, so I will not bore you anymore, onwards. 
Bignose came out of her hovel cursing and swearing, her good mood did 
not last to long as I foretold earlier. She took hold of the hovering 
broomstick and threw it back into the cupboard. There was a huge 
scream, quickly followed by her lucky black cat cursing and limping out 
and disappearing back into the hovel. This time she made sure the broom 
she picked was clearly marked Daytime Flying only. Once more Bignose 
sat sidesaddle on her trusty steed. Another quick pick of her nose then 
she was off. As she cruised at about 50 foot from ground level Bignose 
spotted the rising smoke through the treetops. "Hmm, I wonder what that 
is?" she muttered to herself. "OK broomy, lets go look." The reaction 
was rapid. The broom dived like a rock dropping from the sky. Her nose 
bent backward with the G-force, touching her right in between the eyes. 
The vermin living in her hair were hanging on for dear life; her 
knuckles were white as she clung on to her kamikaze broom. "LEVEL OFF 
YOU STUPID BROOM", Bignose screamed above the rushing wind. Once again 
the reaction was rapid. Her broom levelled off, but it was too late? 

The old man and his feathered friend were still coughing and spluttering
from the fire. And may I remind you readers that this was a daily 
occurrence throughout the winter. His feathered friend would spend all 
night building his nest in the chimney, only for the Knower to remove 
it the next morning. Anyhow, back to the story. There was a large bang, 
quickly followed by a large scream, which seemed to come from the open 
doorway. "Come in", thickowl hooted? Nobody answered. The old man 
crawled below the smoke filled room towards the door. "Who could that 
be," he said to his thicky friend. At that moment, Rupert, whom was a 
cross between a red and grey squirrel  came rushing into the cottage. 
"Your right in it now" he blurted out. "Is that you Rupert," the old 
man said peering through the smoke. "Of course it's me, who else would 
come into this flea ridden dump." Rupert replied. The old man joined 
Rupert at the open doorway. They both looked at the quivering 
broomstick firmly embedded in the open door. Another foot higher and it 
would have flew over the door, but that's life as they say. Thickowl 
had hopped of his perch and joined his friends at the door. "What's 
that broom doing in our door," he hooted. "It's Bignoses broom, and you 
two are right in it now" Rupert said leaping up and down like a 
demented crossbred squirrel that he was. Now, before we continue, let 
me explain a thing or to about Rupert. Every neighbourhood has a 
Rupert. You see their front curtains slightly open whenever you come 
home late. They know the inside of a duck's backside about every 
neighbour in the street. They complain about everything, but never 
about themselves. Their children are little angels, but break all the 
neighbours windows, and trample all the flowers and you wish you had 
the power to kneecap the little darlings. By now you should be able to 
get the picture, so onwards. 

All the flea-ridden animals of this Forrest had gathered some 25 yards
away from the cottage door. They were jumping up and down in 
excitement. The old man and his two friends walked over and joined 
them. There was much excitement as the animals pointed towards a rather 
large bramble bush. Sticking out of this rather large bramble was the 
rather large backside and flailing legs of Bignose. "GET ME OUT OF 
HERE" she yelled. "Leave her," all the animals yelled back. The old man 
walked over to the bush, quickly followed by the hopping owl. "Is that 
you Bignose?" Knower asked, peering into the bush. Off course it was a 
stupid question nobody could mistake that backside. "OF COURSE IT'S ME, 
YOU STUPID OLD MAN." Bignose screamed back. "Why are you in there?" the 
old man asked. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, WHY AM I IN HERE." She yelled. "Well, 
I mean, have you lost something in their, can we help you"? Knower 
politely asked. At this point Rupert intervened, well somebody had to. 
"I think Bignose is referring as to how she ended up in their"? Smarty 
Rupert said. The old man scratched his head; it was getting all to 
confusing for him. I mean, its not that hard to understand, is it 
readers? Rupert was known as the smartest critter in the Forrest, his 
IQ was possibly -5, which does not say much for the rest. "Your smoke, 
and your open door caused Bignose to end up in their" Rupert said 
pointing at the bush." A hush quickly descended on the forest critters. 
They all turned and stared at the Knower. His closest friend Thickowl 
quickly realising how much trouble his friend was in, quickly left his 
side hopping over to the other animals. "Oh dear," the old man said 
realising the trouble he was now in. Still, don't be gloomy children. 
Nothing bad will happen to the Knower; he will come up with a solution 
in a while or to. 

"Are you sure this is a good idea", Barry whispered in the Knowers ear.
The old man had sat and pondered for hours. His long grey beard was now 
completely platted by his continuous twisting whist in a deep state of 
thought. In the end, it was decided that the only way to release 
Bignose was to burn her out?? Barry was of course a one legged robin, 
he hated Rupert simply because he was a know it all. In fact, all the 
animals hated Rupert, I mean, I hate the little crossbred critter and I 
wrote this story? dung" came a hysterical muted scream from Bignose. 
Barry was the only bird who thought it was a bad idea. When the old man 
had come up with this completely crackpot idea all the animals cheered. 
But of course it was not for the right reasons, they thought the Knower 
meant to burn the wicked witch to death. In fact, that could still be 
the case? The old man approached the bramble bush. Bignose was slowly 
disappearing further and further into the bush as she continually 
struggled. "Hello, can you hear me," the old man whispered gingerly 
into the bush. "OF COURSE I CAN HEAR YOU, YOU STUPID OLD MAN" Bignose 
screamed. By this time all her hands were scratched with the thorns, 
her poor face looked like a road map with all those scratches. The poor 
dear was pretty distressed by now and was beginning to use bad 
language. "Hold on, we are going to get you out of there" he shouted 
into the bush. "HOW" she yelled. "How what"? He shouted back. "HOW ARE 
YOU GOING TO GET ME OUT OF HERE TWIGS FOR BRAINS" Bignose sounded 
pretty angry, didn't she? "Oh, well, we will simply set fire to the 
bush" Knower gleefully replied. At this point all the critters cheered, 
but for different reasons. After the cheering had quietened down, they 
all waited with baited breath. The furry fleabags did not have to wait 
long. A huge scream came from the bush, then she yelled. "COULD YOU 
JUST RUN THAT BY ME ONE MORE TIME" They all looked up at Knower, he 
smiled at them before answering Bignose. "We will set fire to the bush, 
then when it's gone you will be free" the old man really believed this 
would happen. I told you he was thick? Barry was still hopping up and 
down on the old man's shoulder. He had to keep moving or he would have 
fallen over. "Listen Knower, if you set fire to the bush, then what 
makes you think the witch will not burn"? It was a simple question, 
don't you think? The old man once again scratched his head. Then after 
a few moments he looked at Barry. "Simple, Bignose is a Witch. She will 
do her magic and not get burned" Knower replied. Life was so simple in 
those days don't you think. "And pray tell me what happens if she does, 
fry"? Barry calmly asked The old man just shrugged his shoulders. Will 
the wicked Bignose burn? Hands up for those who do. 

The message had gone out to find Badbreath; it was now just a matter of
waiting. Now, Badbreath was a fire making dwarf dragon. It was just a 
quark of nature that happened during birth. His parents had taken just 
one look at their offspring and decided to fly away. The rest of the 
furry animals had decided to adopt this little bundle of fire just in 
case one day he might be useful to them. Over many years they had 
called on him to keep them warm during terrible winters. Badbreath 
would just simply burn a tree here, and a few branches there. One 
particular year, through no fault of his own, he accidentally set fire 
to the whole Forrest. It was just bad timing, he ended up with a bad 
dose of hiccups. But some good came out of it, them pesky crows were 
halved in one foul swoop. The animals cheered as Badbreath came 
swooping down above the treetops. He put down his landing gear, and 
made a near perfect landing. The Forrest floor was still covered with 
snow, which made the landing a bit tricky. Badbreath managed to flatten 
half of the cheering crowd before finally coming to a stop. "Hello my 
furry friends, how can I help you"? Badbreath asked. The old man 
quickly explained the problem, which by this time had gotten worse. 
Bignoses ankles were the only thing showing as she slipped further down 
into the huge bush. The old man walked up to the bush, and began to 
shout. "HELLO BIGNOSE, CAN YOU HEAR ME"? The response was immediate "Of 
course I can hear you, you stupid fool" The answer was more of echoed 
response, after all, this was a very deep bush. "WE HAVE HELP FOR YOU" 
The old man shouted into the darkness. "What kind of help"? Bignose 
nervously replied. "BADBREATH IS HERE TO HELP YOU" he said joyously. It 
was a few moments before any answer came back. "Don't let that fire 
making dwarf anywhere near me," she screamed back. "BUT IT'S THE ONLY 
WAY TO SAVE YOU" Knower shouted. This time Badbreath shouted into the 
bush. "I will only breath a little bit of fire, promise"? He told her. 
"You don't know what a little bit is you stupid dwarf"? Came back the 
hysterical reply. At this stage all the animals were slowly moving 
back. They had a fair idea of what a little bit meant; they remembered 
what happened to the crows? "If you even dare to look at this bush, I 
swear, I will turn you into a piece of Goblin "Burn the bitch. Sorry, 
we meant witch." All the animals shouted in unison again. The Knower 
gave out the order to set fire to the bush. Badbreath took a deep, deep 
breath, then let it out. Considering he was only such a small dragon he 
produced some serious stuff, the flames were huge. The huge bush just 
ignited into a huge fireball, which lasted for only seconds. Then as 
the final smoke cleared they could see nothing was left, not a sign of 
Bignose. The animals jumped up and down with glee. Knower scratched his 
head then uttered those immortal words. "Well, she wasn't a witch after 
all"? 

And that children was the beginning of witch hunting as we have come to
learn. If a witch could possibly survive burning or drowning, which 
obviously none ever did, then they were free to go. My next short story 
will involve those naughty Goblins, so watch out children. THE END 

THE KNOWER AND THE WICKED WITCH A Short Story By K Evans 

It was one of those days in the Forrest. The type of day that you would
rather be snuggled up somewhere warm out of the winter cold. The 
morning snow had now stopped, leaving a thin blanket on the ground. 
Coughing and spluttering could be heard coming from inside Knowers 
small one room cottage. Smoke was pouring out of the open doorway, and 
windows, drifting high into the Forrest canopy. A number of crows were 
seen to be also coughing high up in the treetops. The old man came 
rushing out gasping for air. "You stupid flee ridden owl, how many 
times have I got to tell you not to build your nest in my chimney"? He 
shouted back into the hovel. The smoke had now nearly cleared from his 
white beard and long hair; mind you his eyes were still watering. These 
small words of wisdom were of course aimed at his lifelong friend 
Thickowl, who was unfortunately a bit of a thicky. Nature had also 
dealt his friend another blow, and that was the poor little owl could 
not fly. Thickowl could only hop around the Forrest floor and watch all 
the other birds having a wonderful time flying from treetop to treetop. 
But not to worry children, because Thickowl was very happy just to hop 
around all day. Thickowl hopped out to join his friend, he quickly 
flapped his tiny wings to get rid of the smoke, tears were streaming 
down his cheeks as he looked up at his friend. "It's rather cold out 
here don't you think" he hooted to Knower. The old man stared long and 
hard at his tiny friend before answering. "And whose fault is that"? 
The old mad shouted back. His feathered friend thought long and hard 
before answering. "Err, is it my fault,"? Thickowl hooted whilst 
scratching his head. He always scratched his head whenever he could not 
understand a question. Meanwhile deeper in the Forrest, in the really 
scary part, the part where very young children have nightmares about, 
the wicked witch was waking up. The birds were trying hard to find 
somewhere to hide before she rushed out of her humble little cottage. 
It was your basic one room hovel with an outside broom cupboard, 
nothing special. Inside was your usual type witches layout, a total 
mess with sculls and dead frogs all over the floor. Placed in the 
centre of this shambles was of course, the witches cauldron (the one 
with a fire underneath), and it was bubbling away with some really 
serious green stuff inside. Outside there was a hush, nothing stirred, 
all the furry animals kept themselves hidden. Why they ever lived in 
this part of the Forrest god only knows, I suppose it was because of 
cheaper living accommodation. After a few minutes the dreaded moment 
arrived, the cottage door flew open and out skipped Bignose!! She was 
skipping and singing at the top of her voice. The hidden animals all 
looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders in disbelief. For 
some strange reason Bignose was in one of her good moods. These good 
moods happened at least twice a year, and properly lasted for about 5 
minutes. She was dressed in her very own designer outfit, knitted 
feathers mixed with rat-tails and matching coat. Her hair was not it's 
usual fly by look; it looked like an effort had been made in removing 
the layers of knots and lice. She skipped into the broom cupboard 
quickly pulling up her torn knee-high tattered tights as she went 
along. After a short while she came out with a brand new broom, which 
meant only one thing? "Sugar", one of the hidden furry animals was 
heard to whisper "Not a new broom, its not new broom training today, is 
it? Now for those of you, who are not aware of training new brooms, let 
me try and explain. This does not happen all that often, in fact, it's 
very rare. The breaking in of a new broom can be very hazarded, 
anything can happen. The last time this happened both the broom and 
witch headed into space never to be seen again, of course all the furry 
animals cheered with glee, but is was a sad day for the witches. 
Anyway, she held out the broom at arms length and whispered something 
to it. The broom gently left her hand and hovered about 3feet from the 
ground in the horizontal level. "Good boy" she said patting its 
bristles. Then very gingerly she lowered her rather large backside onto 
the broom. Bignose sat sidesaddle on her new broom; her long 
flea-ridden grey hair flowed down to her waist. One last pick of her 
wrinkled nose and she was ready to go. "Right my little friend lets go 
and scare the hell out of those furry animals." The instructions to her 
trainee broom were clear, but nothing happened? Bignose glared down and 
cursed. She gave out her instructions for a second time, once again 
nothing happened. By this time her face, which resembled something like 
a wrinkled prune, was turning a dark red. The rather large wart on the 
end of her nose now stood out like a small tomato. Her nasal hairs, 
which usually drooped down to her top lip, were now fully erect. In 
fact Bignose was pretty angry, as you can imagine. She leapt off the 
broomstick and rushed back into her hovel, cursing loudly about what 
she would do to her broom. Once inside the first thing she did was kick 
her lucky black cat out of the door. Her cat, called Lucky? For obvious 
reasons, gave her a right dirty look, then quickly limped off into the 
broom cupboard. She then started to look for her manual on training new 
brooms. On turning to the page marked Troubleshooting she looked up the 
heading, Will Not Obey Orders. As she went through all the problems her 
finger came across the heading, Nighttime Flying Only. Bignose suddenly 
cursed out loud, she realized that in the darkness of her broom 
cupboard she had inadvertently picked up a Fly By Night Broom, not a 
Daytime Broom. Most people do not realize that witches back in the old 
days did not have the Technology of today's witches. Also the witches 
Union would not allow one broom for both day and night flying, it does 
get rather more confusing, so I will not bore you anymore, onwards. 
Bignose came out of her hovel cursing and swearing, her good mood did 
not last to long as I foretold earlier. She took hold of the hovering 
broomstick and threw it back into the cupboard. There was a huge 
scream, quickly followed by her lucky black cat cursing and limping out 
and disappearing back into the hovel. This time she made sure the broom 
she picked was clearly marked Daytime Flying only. Once more Bignose 
sat sidesaddle on her trusty steed. Another quick pick of her nose then 
she was off. As she cruised at about 50 foot from ground level Bignose 
spotted the rising smoke through the treetops. "Hmm, I wonder what that 
is?" she muttered to herself. "OK broomy, lets go look." The reaction 
was rapid. The broom dived like a rock dropping from the sky. Her nose 
bent backward with the G-force, touching her right in between the eyes. 
The vermin living in her hair were hanging on for dear life; her 
knuckles were white as she clung on to her kamikaze broom. "LEVEL OFF 
YOU STUPID BROOM", Bignose screamed above the rushing wind. Once again 
the reaction was rapid. Her broom levelled off, but it was too late? 

The old man and his feathered friend were still coughing and spluttering
from the fire. And may I remind you readers that this was a daily 
occurrence throughout the winter. His feathered friend would spend all 
night building his nest in the chimney, only for the Knower to remove 
it the next morning. Anyhow, back to the story. There was a large bang, 
quickly followed by a large scream, which seemed to come from the open 
doorway. "Come in", thickowl hooted? Nobody answered. The old man 
crawled below the smoke filled room towards the door. "Who could that 
be," he said to his thicky friend. At that moment, Rupert, whom was a 
cross between a red and grey squirrel  came rushing into the cottage. 
"Your right in it now" he blurted out. "Is that you Rupert," the old 
man said peering through the smoke. "Of course it's me, who else would 
come into this flea ridden dump." Rupert replied. The old man joined 
Rupert at the open doorway. They both looked at the quivering 
broomstick firmly embedded in the open door. Another foot higher and it 
would have flew over the door, but that's life as they say. Thickowl 
had hopped of his perch and joined his friends at the door. "What's 
that broom doing in our door," he hooted. "It's Bignoses broom, and you 
two are right in it now" Rupert said leaping up and down like a 
demented crossbred squirrel that he was. Now, before we continue, let 
me explain a thing or to about Rupert. Every neighbourhood has a 
Rupert. You see their front curtains slightly open whenever you come 
home late. They know the inside of a duck's backside about every 
neighbour in the street. They complain about everything, but never 
about themselves. Their children are little angels, but break all the 
neighbours windows, and trample all the flowers and you wish you had 
the power to kneecap the little darlings. By now you should be able to 
get the picture, so onwards. 

All the flea-ridden animals of this Forrest had gathered some 25 yards
away from the cottage door. They were jumping up and down in 
excitement. The old man and his two friends walked over and joined 
them. There was much excitement as the animals pointed towards a rather 
large bramble bush. Sticking out of this rather large bramble was the 
rather large backside and flailing legs of Bignose. "GET ME OUT OF 
HERE" she yelled. "Leave her," all the animals yelled back. The old man 
walked over to the bush, quickly followed by the hopping owl. "Is that 
you Bignose?" Knower asked, peering into the bush. Off course it was a 
stupid question nobody could mistake that backside. "OF COURSE IT'S ME, 
YOU STUPID OLD MAN." Bignose screamed back. "Why are you in there?" the 
old man asked. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, WHY AM I IN HERE." She yelled. "Well, 
I mean, have you lost something in their, can we help you"? Knower 
politely asked. At this point Rupert intervened, well somebody had to. 
"I think Bignose is referring as to how she ended up in their"? Smarty 
Rupert said. The old man scratched his head; it was getting all to 
confusing for him. I mean, its not that hard to understand, is it 
readers? Rupert was known as the smartest critter in the Forrest, his 
IQ was possibly -5, which does not say much for the rest. "Your smoke, 
and your open door caused Bignose to end up in their" Rupert said 
pointing at the bush." A hush quickly descended on the forest critters. 
They all turned and stared at the Knower. His closest friend Thickowl 
quickly realising how much trouble his friend was in, quickly left his 
side hopping over to the other animals. "Oh dear," the old man said 
realising the trouble he was now in. Still, don't be gloomy children. 
Nothing bad will happen to the Knower; he will come up with a solution 
in a while or to. 

"Are you sure this is a good idea", Barry whispered in the Knowers ear.
The old man had sat and pondered for hours. His long grey beard was now 
completely platted by his continuous twisting whist in a deep state of 
thought. In the end, it was decided that the only way to release 
Bignose was to burn her out?? Barry was of course a one legged robin, 
he hated Rupert simply because he was a know it all. In fact, all the 
animals hated Rupert, I mean, I hate the little crossbred critter and I 
wrote this story? dung" came a hysterical muted scream from Bignose. 
Barry was the only bird who thought it was a bad idea. When the old man 
had come up with this completely crackpot idea all the animals cheered. 
But of course it was not for the right reasons, they thought the Knower 
meant to burn the wicked witch to death. In fact, that could still be 
the case? The old man approached the bramble bush. Bignose was slowly 
disappearing further and further into the bush as she continually 
struggled. "Hello, can you hear me," the old man whispered gingerly 
into the bush. "OF COURSE I CAN HEAR YOU, YOU STUPID OLD MAN" Bignose 
screamed. By this time all her hands were scratched with the thorns, 
her poor face looked like a road map with all those scratches. The poor 
dear was pretty distressed by now and was beginning to use bad 
language. "Hold on, we are going to get you out of there" he shouted 
into the bush. "HOW" she yelled. "How what"? He shouted back. "HOW ARE 
YOU GOING TO GET ME OUT OF HERE TWIGS FOR BRAINS" Bignose sounded 
pretty angry, didn't she? "Oh, well, we will simply set fire to the 
bush" Knower gleefully replied. At this point all the critters cheered, 
but for different reasons. After the cheering had quietened down, they 
all waited with baited breath. The furry fleabags did not have to wait 
long. A huge scream came from the bush, then she yelled. "COULD YOU 
JUST RUN THAT BY ME ONE MORE TIME" They all looked up at Knower, he 
smiled at them before answering Bignose. "We will set fire to the bush, 
then when it's gone you will be free" the old man really believed this 
would happen. I told you he was thick? Barry was still hopping up and 
down on the old man's shoulder. He had to keep moving or he would have 
fallen over. "Listen Knower, if you set fire to the bush, then what 
makes you think the witch will not burn"? It was a simple question, 
don't you think? The old man once again scratched his head. Then after 
a few moments he looked at Barry. "Simple, Bignose is a Witch. She will 
do her magic and not get burned" Knower replied. Life was so simple in 
those days don't you think. "And pray tell me what happens if she does, 
fry"? Barry calmly asked The old man just shrugged his shoulders. Will 
the wicked Bignose burn? Hands up for those who do. 

The message had gone out to find Badbreath; it was now just a matter of
waiting. Now, Badbreath was a fire making dwarf dragon. It was just a 
quark of nature that happened during birth. His parents had taken just 
one look at their offspring and decided to fly away. The rest of the 
furry animals had decided to adopt this little bundle of fire just in 
case one day he might be useful to them. Over many years they had 
called on him to keep them warm during terrible winters. Badbreath 
would just simply burn a tree here, and a few branches there. One 
particular year, through no fault of his own, he accidentally set fire 
to the whole Forrest. It was just bad timing, he ended up with a bad 
dose of hiccups. But some good came out of it, them pesky crows were 
halved in one foul swoop. The animals cheered as Badbreath came 
swooping down above the treetops. He put down his landing gear, and 
made a near perfect landing. The Forrest floor was still covered with 
snow, which made the landing a bit tricky. Badbreath managed to flatten 
half of the cheering crowd before finally coming to a stop. "Hello my 
furry friends, how can I help you"? Badbreath asked. The old man 
quickly explained the problem, which by this time had gotten worse. 
Bignoses ankles were the only thing showing as she slipped further down 
into the huge bush. The old man walked up to the bush, and began to 
shout. "HELLO BIGNOSE, CAN YOU HEAR ME"? The response was immediate "Of 
course I can hear you, you stupid fool" The answer was more of echoed 
response, after all, this was a very deep bush. "WE HAVE HELP FOR YOU" 
The old man shouted into the darkness. "What kind of help"? Bignose 
nervously replied. "BADBREATH IS HERE TO HELP YOU" he said joyously. It 
was a few moments before any answer came back. "Don't let that fire 
making dwarf anywhere near me," she screamed back. "BUT IT'S THE ONLY 
WAY TO SAVE YOU" Knower shouted. This time Badbreath shouted into the 
bush. "I will only breath a little bit of fire, promise"? He told her. 
"You don't know what a little bit is you stupid dwarf"? Came back the 
hysterical reply. At this stage all the animals were slowly moving 
back. They had a fair idea of what a little bit meant; they remembered 
what happened to the crows? "If you even dare to look at this bush, I 
swear, I will turn you into a piece of Goblin "Burn the bitch. Sorry, 
we meant witch." All the animals shouted in unison again. The Knower 
gave out the order to set fire to the bush. Badbreath took a deep, deep 
breath, then let it out. Considering he was only such a small dragon he 
produced some serious stuff, the flames were huge. The huge bush just 
ignited into a huge fireball, which lasted for only seconds. Then as 
the final smoke cleared they could see nothing was left, not a sign of 
Bignose. The animals jumped up and down with glee. Knower scratched his 
head then uttered those immortal words. "Well, she wasn't a witch after 
all"? 

And that children was the beginning of witch hunting as we have come to
learn. If a witch could possibly survive burning or drowning, which 
obviously none ever did, then they were free to go. My next short story 
will involve those naughty Goblins, so watch out children. THE END 

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