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Routine Ramblings of an Occasionally Interesting Housewife

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A Drabble for KittenBoo

She didn’t mean to make a fuss. Delia was just playing. She picked the berries to make her “potion” brighter. Witches always make potions. That darned Rudy always made fun of her. He deserved what happened to him.

It was a sunny day. Topaz was hunting birds in the holly bushes. The blue jays were chittering away. Topaz crept farther out the branch, careful not to warn them.

When Rudy dipped a cup of potion, Topaz leapt, the birds flew, and Rudy screamed. He ran home crying over the ruby droplets dripping down his arm, the spilled potion was forgotten.

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