Ms. Bunny Witchcraft, makeup in place, suit on and hair styled to perfection, flew to the closing of her dream house. She took advantage of the current housing market to purchase more real estate than one person needed but this was an investment for her future.
The previous owners used a professional landscaper to create the perfect front lawn. The stunted and knarled trees hugged the stone walls of her new abode like zombies reaching from their graves to grab at ankles. She considered adding some skylights to enhance the view of the lightening that flashed repeatedly across the heavens. She couldn’t ask for a better climate in which to live.
Once she staked her new mailbox out front, she moved all of her belongings in and placed them in the appropriate rooms: iron cauldron and athame in the kitchen, eye of newt and snake legs in the pantry, the rack and judas cradle in the family room, blood and guts in the powder room, coffin in her bedroom. She enjoyed decorating with her fine possessions. Once the gilded cage hung from the cathedral ceilings, she moved her pet in.
Robin warbled his pleasure and appreciation of his new home deep in his throat. He especially enjoyed the wall treatments.
Bunny Witchcraft lived a happy and satisfying life with Robin until the day her mother came for a visit.
The first thing Mrs. Witchcraft wanted to know was when Bunny intended to marry. After all, a girl’s life was not complete until she had a husband in her home. If Bunny didn’t have a fella in mind, Mrs. Witchcraft could fix her up with a number of eligible bachelors. Any man would jump at the chance to be connected to the Witchcraft family. The lawyer, Pettifogger Ambulancechaser, saw Bunny’s image in a crystal ball and wanted a date. Raring to go Indian chief, Geronimo, picked out baby names when Mrs. Witchcraft gave him Bunny’s smoke signal.
Bunny tried to remain calm and patient with her mother, who really only wanted a litter of grandchildren she could dote on in her sunset years. But Bunny, still in her early twenties, just wanted to sow her wild oats. Well, at least until mom brought around the man who tucked mommy’s tummy and lifted mommy’s hag face. Yes, Bunny could get used to being Mrs. Dr. Who-Done-It.
Pictures courtesy of Thom so don’t get mad at me.
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