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The maples had adorned themselves with garnet, the tall oaks wore burnished oranges and deep bronze, and the birches gleamed with yellow as warm as amber. Brightly hued leaves danced all around the fox, swirling to finally join a carpet of bold colors all woven together in a masterpiece only nature could work.
Always greet a spider when you see one, she had said. We may not speak the same language, but courtesy is understood by all.
“What’s the magic word?” Magic! Did she need to command these bats somehow…? Wait. Vera shook her head to clear it. Everyone knew the magic word. “Please,
She decided that magic was just what some folks called the things they didn’t try learning
Creeping Juniper wandered wherever she liked, for no one tells a witch where she may go…
