One... Two... Three... Four... Five...
Damn it.
Where is the other one?
If the Mistress knows I lost one of her cauldrons, she probably would have killed me.
Tomorrow night will be her biggest celebration. My Mistress needs all of her cauldrons for her potions. I am in serious trouble, if I can't find it soon.
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The celebration goes well without a missing cauldron. Being a cat of the most powerful witch teaches me to be wicked. And now, instead of a cat, I become a powerful witch with a toad. I should have thought of this a century ago.
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Short StoryA collection of dark microfiction. It's Halloween season! Throughout October, I'll be posting a daily dose of my 31 mini stories. Please give it a read.
