Phoebe Wants to Become a Witch

“May I come in Madam Witch?"
“Come in. The door’s open.” said the Masterwitch as she stirred the slimy disgusting concoction, that was bubbling in the black cauldron over the fire, with her wooden spoon.
The witch’s attention was focused on her concoction. Something wasn’t right. Maybe she hadn’t added enough donkey meat… She didn’t even turn round to see who it was. It would be the usual little fool wanting a potion to make the butcher’s boy fall in love, thought the witch, annoyed.
“Who are you? What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy? Go away. Come back tomorrow.”
“I’m Phoebe Madam Witch. I want to learn the spells, the magic potions and all the other tricks. Take me on.”
The witch heaved a sigh, turned to look at Phoebe and burst out laughing with a laugh that made the cat freeze.
“You would like to become a witch? With that angelic face and that voice of milk and honey? And how do you propose to become horrid and wicked like me?”
“I’ll be your assistant, obey your orders. I want to be ugly and evil like you.”
She’s just a stupid little girl, a whimsical dreamer, thought the witch. The village is full of silly good for nothings, one who wants to become an actress, another a singer or a dancer. This Phoebe seems to me to be the stupidest of the lot. I need to get rid of her right away. I’m not going to waste time on the little tart with a heart.
“Very well Phoebe, I’ll put you to the test. Take this saucepan and bring it back full of ants to roast. The anthill is out there, under the burnt tree.”
“Little ants Madam? That doesn’t really seem to me to be witch’s work.”

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Phoebe Wants to Become a Witch

“May I come in Madam Witch?"
“Come in. The door’s open.” said the Masterwitch as she stirred the slimy disgusting concoction, that was bubbling in the black cauldron over the fire, with her wooden spoon.
The witch’s attention was focused on her concoction. Something wasn’t right. Maybe she hadn’t added enough donkey meat… She didn’t even turn round to see who it was. It would be the usual little fool wanting a potion to make the butcher’s boy fall in love, thought the witch, annoyed.
“Who are you? What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy? Go away. Come back tomorrow.”
“I’m Phoebe Madam Witch. I want to learn the spells, the magic potions and all the other tricks. Take me on.”
The witch heaved a sigh, turned to look at Phoebe and burst out laughing with a laugh that made the cat freeze.
“You would like to become a witch? With that angelic face and that voice of milk and honey? And how do you propose to become horrid and wicked like me?”
“I’ll be your assistant, obey your orders. I want to be ugly and evil like you.”
She’s just a stupid little girl, a whimsical dreamer, thought the witch. The village is full of silly good for nothings, one who wants to become an actress, another a singer or a dancer. This Phoebe seems to me to be the stupidest of the lot. I need to get rid of her right away. I’m not going to waste time on the little tart with a heart.
“Very well Phoebe, I’ll put you to the test. Take this saucepan and bring it back full of ants to roast. The anthill is out there, under the burnt tree.”
“Little ants Madam? That doesn’t really seem to me to be witch’s work.”

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Phoebe Wants to Become a Witch

Phoebe Wants to Become a Witch

by John Gerard Sapodilla
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Phoebe Wants to Become a Witch

by John Gerard Sapodilla

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“May I come in Madam Witch?"
“Come in. The door’s open.” said the Masterwitch as she stirred the slimy disgusting concoction, that was bubbling in the black cauldron over the fire, with her wooden spoon.
The witch’s attention was focused on her concoction. Something wasn’t right. Maybe she hadn’t added enough donkey meat… She didn’t even turn round to see who it was. It would be the usual little fool wanting a potion to make the butcher’s boy fall in love, thought the witch, annoyed.
“Who are you? What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy? Go away. Come back tomorrow.”
“I’m Phoebe Madam Witch. I want to learn the spells, the magic potions and all the other tricks. Take me on.”
The witch heaved a sigh, turned to look at Phoebe and burst out laughing with a laugh that made the cat freeze.
“You would like to become a witch? With that angelic face and that voice of milk and honey? And how do you propose to become horrid and wicked like me?”
“I’ll be your assistant, obey your orders. I want to be ugly and evil like you.”
She’s just a stupid little girl, a whimsical dreamer, thought the witch. The village is full of silly good for nothings, one who wants to become an actress, another a singer or a dancer. This Phoebe seems to me to be the stupidest of the lot. I need to get rid of her right away. I’m not going to waste time on the little tart with a heart.
“Very well Phoebe, I’ll put you to the test. Take this saucepan and bring it back full of ants to roast. The anthill is out there, under the burnt tree.”
“Little ants Madam? That doesn’t really seem to me to be witch’s work.”


Product Details

BN ID: 2940046524321
Publisher: John Gerard Sapodilla
Publication date: 01/17/2015
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About the Author

Mi hanno detto che sapevo scrivere e io ci ho creduto. Il Cuoco del Miramare e L’uovo Sbattuto Il cuoco non può sopportare zio Filippo, E’ un istinto naturale, sentimento diffuso tra i nipoti che hanno la sventura di uno zio di successo. Zio Filippo da parte sua non fa che rendere peggiore la situazione, col suo comportamento immobile da dietro il vetro tenuto dalla cornice, sarcastico fissa suo nipote. Zio Filippo è il cordone blu della famiglia, chef reclamato e blandito dai ristoranti di Parigi, Londra, New York, per l’insuperabile supremo medaglione alle erbe di Provenza in crema ai tre formaggi svizzeri. Come ogni mattina, prima di uscire al lavoro, il cuoco si mette in testa il cilindro da chef e al collo il cordone blu, si ammira tra estasiato e invidioso allo specchio, rimette a post e prende la porta. Anche lui un giorno avrebbe avuto un gilet e un orologio d’oro con catena come il fottuto Filippo. Quante volte, nel giorno di chiusura, furtivo e di soppiatto, il cuoco è andato alla cucina del Miramare a provare la ricetta del medaglione: tante volte le galline convocate all’assaggio ci hanno raspettato con le zampette per allontanarsi scotendo il capo. Tutte le creature hanno il loro segreto, la vergogna nascosta del cuoco è il guscio dell’uovo. Per fare l’uovo sbattuto è necessario frangere il guscio sull’orlo del bicchiere che accoglierà la chiara. Non si può fare altrimenti. Questa operazione causa una frattura nel sistema nervoso del cuoco, gli trema la mano. Per porre rimedio, egli a messo a punto un metodo innovativo. Aperto lo sportellino di una stia, la gallinella salta giù e si allontana disinvolta, il calcio nel sedere del cuoco la sorprende innocente, crack.

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