Dark clouds hung overhead as the storm approached .
thunder clapped as it drew nearer and people could be
heard scared and children crying,this was it,the day was
here again,The day was when the Witch came in riding
on her broom that used the winds to help her steer by,
so every time a storm approached we worried because
it bought also the Witch ,every time she came by she'd
asked each of us if we wanted something or needed in
fact something,each time she came .

The Witch had no name she truly was a witch too, her
skin wrinkled and old,she wore the witches clothing too,
a long dark hat, a dark cape she had the most unusual
twisted nose to, but no one dared say anything ,they in
fact knew what would happen .

' I hate today,' my wife said cooking as she always did
always trying to get on the better side of the witch,there
was one that is .
 

' Shes not going to change no matter what you do .'
 

' I know but I could try .'
 

The Witch had rode on the same broomstick since she
could remember she wanted tro get a new one but had
found she was attached to this one .' I think instead of
asking them what they needed I think I'll ask them what
do I need ,see what response I get.'
 

And with that in her mind she flew to the nearby town ,
this time she was going to get what she wanted now .

end ?