The Witch

Once upon a time there was a witch, who lived in a dark forest on a beautiful island.

She was not mean nor ugly, she did not cast spells or brew things in cauldrons. She didn't even have a cat. But because she lived in the forest, everyone assumed she was a witch, and so a witch she was.

One day, a stranger came to the island. He went walking in the forest, and he happened upon the witch.

'How do you do?' He asked.

The witch stared at him.

'Why do you not run away, or try to hurt me? I am a witch, after all!'

He looked embarrassed. 'Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but you don't seem a witch to me. Do you cast magic spells?'

The witch shook her head.

'Do you cackle a lot?'

The witch shook her head again.

'You must own a black cat then, at least?'

When the witch shook her head yet again, the stranger was quite exasperated.

'Then you do not really sound like a witch at all!' He exclaimed.

The witch felt a warmth spread through her chest, and she realised that it was a good feeling for this stranger to tell her she wasn't a witch. She really did not like being a witch at all!

She and the stranger talked for a long time, becoming fast friends. It was so lovely to talk to someone who did not see her as a witch!

And so, when the stranger left the forest, and then the beautiful island, the not-a-witch went with him.

They returned to the stranger's city, and she became a doctor who was loved by all her patients. And the stranger was no longer a stranger, but her very best friend, and she was always grateful that he had shown her she could be whatever she chose to be.

The end.