The Magic Potion

…and then the evil witch handed the painter a bottle filled with the lurid green concoction. “Take this!” she commanded. “It’ll change your life!”

The painter took the bottle cautiously. She opened the lid, sniffed the contents inside and gasped in horror. “This?” she asked incredulously, staggering back and shielding her nose with her hands, “This smells insane! What is it?”

“Freshly caught green frogs and forty day old grasshoppers pureed together” cackled the witch, rubbing her hands in glee.

“Well I can’t eat it then, I’m vegetarian” said the painter, hastily handing back the bottle.

“Listen to me you Arty creature” hissed the witch defiantly, her breath smelling faintly of spring onions, “If it is green it’s vegetarian! One teaspoon of this and you will never go hungry again!” She defiantly thrust the bottle back into the painter’s hands once more.

The painter tentatively dipped her little finger into the green goo, lifted a teeny weeny smidgen of the stuff, licked it and screamed. She clutched her throat, coughed and writhed in agony, “Koff…koff…gaakkkk! This tastes terrible. I think I’m turning green!!!!”

“You are supposed to MIX it with your food!” screeched Evil Witch finally losing her patience. “Just listen to me and DO AS I SAY!”

Shaken and stirred by the screeching witch and the foul smelling chutney, the painter retreated into her kitchen with the bottle. There, she made herself some hot white rice and with trembling hands tentatively stirred a teaspoon of green stuff into the freshly cooked rice.

Then she ate a spoonful.

And it was at that precise moment that her entire life changed forever. For the better.

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