I can't believe that wretched Oswald caught me off guard once again! That's the last time I entrust such a delicate task to a buffoon who gets the colors red and purple mixed up!" Tibbles, the intelligent yet underwhelming sales pig demon.
The small swine was setting up another stand in the market, getting ready to sell some of the goods he produces. .......Well, produces, er ....steals, it's all the same to the ill informed consumer.
He ran to his caravan from the medium sized red tent which was set up. He trotted back into his stand and began hammering away from within.
a slender dark shadow appeared from aside the cart. "Oh Tibbles, you say not to entrust the delicates to buffoons, yet here you are, entrusting them to yourself." The mystery figure spoke before throwing a net over him.
What?—Hey get away! Tibble screamed as he hit the ground with a small thud
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Boscha was leaning against the school lockers of Hexside, magically changing her nails while Amity read a book beside her. Her nails changed into tentacles. "Too wiggly." She muttered. Changing them into miniature flames, she groaned. "Too obvious." Finally, she settled on talons. "Now we're talkin'! I think today is a talons day-rawr!" She stated, flexing her hand.
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Skara walked over to the two, carrying what seemed to be rolled up invitations. "Hey girls! Time to bug out at my birthday party!" She greeted, holding up one of the invitations and unrolling it. They were in the shapes of sparkly butterflies, glittering in the light. It's wings read "Skara's 15th" "Invite only, but you witches are my VIPs!" She said, handing each to her two friends. Amity inspected the invitation. "Are these made out of real insect wings?" She asked. Skara nodded excitedly. "My dad spared no expense! You only turn 15 once!" "You only turn every age once, Skara." Boscha pointed out.
"Prepare thyself-" The three witchlings glanced down the hall to see the human Luz, and Willow. She held both their hands in an odd manner.
"-to do battle like a human! Thumb war!" Luz yelled out. The two friends had faces drawn onto their thumbs, as They laughed.
"It's funny 'cause it's stupid!" Willow pointed out. Boscha, Amity, and Skara watched their odd behaviour. "It's so weird that a human goes here now." Boscha said. "Too bad she's already burned her social life at the stake. Any friends of Willow are an automatic dork." The invitation in her hand starts molting, and Boscha let out a yelp of disgust. "Ugh! Skara! Why did you give me an invite that was molting? Gross! Give me another one." She throws the invite onto the floor, landing in front of two small kids.
