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David and the Witch By Ethan Perry
Once upon a time there was a boy named David. He lived in a log cabin deep in a dark forest. He was crazy and wild. In the house on the wall was a wooden sword that his ancestor made. David lived with his grandma.
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ifiea. He ran an The way home. He thought about the witch. Finally he came up with an idea. He said, "I will give her a piece of my mind." He took the wood sword from the wall and he was off. David ran through the forest as fast as he could until he got there. He knocked on the door and the witch p o p p e d o u t o f t h e w i n d o w. S h e screeched, "Oh you again. Come in." David went in and the witch grumbled, "Get down that pot!" So he got it down.
The witch went out to get some firewood. David looked around then he stepped on a loose tile and then he reached down and picked the tile up. He looked down and saw a lever. He pulled the lever and the bookshelf moved. He saw a hole in the wall. He went in. David saw bottles and bottles of potions. He saw a recipe book and started looking though it. It said how to turn someone into a frog, how to put someone to sleep, and how to destroy witches. "Perfect," he said. He read, "Witch dust, spell juice, and witch broom bristle." David sighed, "Where will I find these?"
David thought for a moment. He had an idea. He ran out of the place and then the passage closed. He ran into the kitchen and opened the cupboard. He saw everything he needed except for the bristle. He threw all into the pot. David went to the closet and saw the witch's broom so he took the bristle and threw it in the pot. "What will I mix it with?" he thought. He used his sword and mixed it in. He poured it in a cup then the witch came, "Pour water in the pot," she said. "But wait, I have a drink for you," said David. The witch drank the liquid and she turned into dust. There were no missing people again.