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When witches go riding, and the Broomstick seen in the moon laughs and whispers is near of Halloween.

You're all a bunch of little toads in a pot that Fiona is slowly bringing to a boil. You won't even feel it until it's too late. I'd rather burn than boil.

Come little children, I'll take thee away, into a land of Enchantment. Come little children, the time's come to play here in my garden of magic.

The first time I called myself a 'Witch' was the most magical moment of my life. Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?

Witches were a bit like cats. They didn't much like one another's company, but they did another's company, but they did like to kmow where all the other witches were, just in case they needed them.