There lived a man who was very unhappy because he was
deeply in love with a girl who didn't know he was alive. In desperation, he
visited a coven of witches who lived nearby and presented his case before them.
Touched by his tale of woe, and impressed with the young
man's appearance, manner, and bearing, they decided to help him. They worked
their magic and eventually presented the young man with several small objects
that looked like capsules. "Bury these under the window of your beloved
under a full moon and she will love you," they instructed.
Doubtful, the young man resolved nevertheless to do as
the witches instructed. On the very next full moon, he stealthily made his way
over to his beloved's house and carefully buried the capsules in the rich loam
beneath her window. Nothing happened right away, but, trusting the wisdom of
the old ladies, he went home to see what the next day would bring.
The next morning, he walked hopefully over to the girl's
house and rang her doorbell. She opened the door, saw it was him, and grabbed
him. She hugged him, kissed him, and invited him in for lunch. Their courtship
was short but passionate, and within a month they were happily married.
Late one night after they had been married, the young man
visited the coven again. "I just want to thank you ladies for your help.
My life is everything I could have desired."
"No problem, dearie," said one of the old
ladies. "After all, nothing says lovin' like something from the coven, and
pills buried says it best."
That one hurt so bad, I think it dislocated my funny bone.
ReplyDeleteGlad to see somebody is picking up Nate's slack.
I got that in an email and had to double up this week.
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