Phoenix Maplewood What if the witches wrote the book

they're going on an adventure!

Starbuck laughed like she was getting away with something. Swearing was not in her vernacular, not because she looked down upon it but because it was not in her upbringing. Then, many things were not. The way forward is veiled, but I always remember where I have been, she said over her shoulder. Over rocks and fields they would pass, but first she had to trace her steps back out of the forest. She ran quickly, bounding through bushes and over obstacles. Soon she would slow, but she was excited to have made a friend and to share her knowledge with him.