The kitchen witch goes for groceries to Il Taverna di Muse
Waking the crone-of-the-look-out-tower was very hungry
for she had forgotten to lay in supplies and all of her helpers
were still asleep. She had not thought too much about this
problem when planning her stay high above the City of Ladies.
A stirring in the cottage kitchen reminded her that she had
left her lucky kitchen witch in the dresser drawer. She hastily
opened the draw and Kitchen Witch number seventy-two rose
on her broomstick, “Now what am I supposed to do?”
“Please dear dear Seventy, can you help me? I am so sorry
if you found the forks uncomfortable but it is 48 hours since
dinner. What can I do?”
Seventy was not in a particularly good mood but recalled
that Old Crone had always hung her carefully on a comfortable
peg beside the warm chimney. “I’ll do what I can” she said, “
fetch my basket and fasten it and I’ll go down to the
Il Taverna di Muse and see if they can rustle up a breakfast
and shop around for some crumpets for tea.”
And so it was that Seventy became the delivery witch
and the Crone was so grateful she made two new frocks
and a very big new hat for her witch and hung her in the
Plac de Honor behind the dining table. (Please readers
remember that Crone never did pass her French Exam)
Absolutely charming. I love the image.
Can you hear me clapping my hands with delight? This is chock block with ye olde worlde charm. Lovely!
There will be a table of honor for the Crone at Il Taverna and we specialize in breakfast.