The witch came to the village at noon. She moved into a cottage in the middle of town, got a fire burning, put up her pot. The next morning a famine began.
In the afternoon the roads were filled with frogs. By suppertime there was lightning. By early evening the birds all fell out of the trees.
They sent me to her because I was nothing, a cleaning girl. I collected frogs in a jar as I went along. I took the charred wood from a tree hit by lightning and tied the twigs together in my shawl. I gathered the bird bones and kept them in my pocket.
At the well, I stopped and looked down into the black water. Nothing was reflected back. Only the rising moon.
It was night and the streets were empty. Everyone had locked their doors.
What do you have for me? the witch asked.
I gave her the frogs, the charred wood, the bones. She made a soup and offered me some. All over the county people were starving. My poor sisters were nothing but flesh and bone. I sat down to dinner with her. When she packed up to leave, I was already at the door.
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