A witch decided one day to go into the woods surrounding her shack in order to catch birds for dinner. Darting and twittering about through tall trees the gay little birds disregarded her presence. Looking about for a proper place to lay snares, her eyes fell upon bright flowers growing there, causing great displeasure. She enviously hated their simple lives and pure beauty. Pulling them quickly from the ground and tossing them brutally aside, the hag grumbled a spell to rid the field of any flower that ever tried to grow there again. With traps set, the short walk home delighted her. Thoughts of the delicious little tidbits roasting on a fire filled her mind.
Later, while setting up her black pot full of onions and herbs, she cackled at the thought of what she had done to the flowers. She would have a fine meal; spittle drooled from her jowls and her belly roared hungrily.
Afternoon approached, so she gathered up a basket to put her catch in and set off. Nearing the place where she had been that morning her ears could only hear silence. This caused her to grin wickedly thinking that she had caught the birds that had flown so happily above her head earlier. The sound of her growling stomach filled the air in anticipation.
As she went from trap to trap however, she found nothing. Her mood went from bewilderment to boiling mad. In a rage she set off hungrily for home wondering who had stolen her food. Who would dare take what she had so awaited? Had some hunter perhaps come along?
With hunger feeding her anger, she stomped along empty and famished, thinking of supper’s gloomy prospects. It was only then, that she heard the singing, and looking up saw the small birds flying joyously above a colorfully flowered field beyond her own parched ground.
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