The Green Wiz Witch's Spell

She picked up her cauldron and ran to her fire. She put the cauldron on to the hook above the fire ready to boil up the ever-increasing collection of ingredients. As she whispered under her breath, one by one she added more and more to the pot.

“10 Brown leaves, 4 of Red

6 Grubs that are dead

A sprig of this and a sprig of that

And a feather out of my hat

This must be the best potion I will ever make.”

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