The Witches Brew Contest

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By Angie Bromeland

Minnie and Myrtle were twin witches. They lived in a camper, deep in the woods. Their witch friends all asked why they didn’t build a cottage, but Minnie and Myrtle liked their camper just fine. The door made a delightful “squeak” each time it was opened. It pleased them very much.
One day, their mail possum delivered a flyer. “What’s it say?” asked Myrtle, whose eyesight wasn’t as keen as Minnie’s.
“There’s going to be a contest for best witch’s brew!”
Oh, goodie!” squealed Myrtle. “What’s the prize for the champion?”
“It says here the prize is a pet of your choice from Witchy Wares. Their owls all look so splendid,” Minnie said dreamily.
“I’ve always wished for a sleek black cat,” Myrtle said. “I think I’ll try to win.”
Minnie was glad for her sister. She would be happy to help her win. There was a week until the contest, but Myrtle started her brew right away. Soon, the brew brimmed over the top. So when Myrtle looked away, Minnie let some leak out. When Myrtle put in too much bat oil, Minnie sneakily skimmed some off the top. And when Myrtle tamped the root powder just a bit too hard, Minnie scooped it back out without being seen. Finally, when Myrtle left to find some dogwood branch bark to add, Minnie took a taste.
“Hmm,” she smacked her lips. “it’s a bit weak.” She poured in some vinegar and stepped away from the pot just in time for Myrtle to come back inside with the branches.
“They’re too damp,” Myrtle sighed. Minnie said some witchy words under her breath. “Wait a minute, I guess they’re just fine after all. Silly me,” Myrtle added.
Minnie smiled secretly. She knew her sister would win. And after all, she wanted a black cat, too.

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