Walking alongside the shimmering colours of circus tents, I wasn’t sure which one to enter first until I saw a gold sparkling tent. Out of nowhere a croaky old skeleton of a woman stepped forth and insisted I take a seat next to some figures. Cautiously, I sat down staring at a Bee she had recently placed between them. In the corner of my eye I saw a bright light then…blank! Suddenly, I found myself sitting next to the Bee, only now it was the same size as me. She must be a Witch, I thought.
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