A Krispy Kreme Fairy Tale

At the cottage at the edge of town the king panted for breath. The Witch waited a little bit impatiently for him to speak. "Dough…nuts…can…you…whew…help…us?"

"Why is it that in these tales, they always come to the witch last? I want to talk to my agent, I'm tired of always being last… it's because I'm female isn't it? I'm calling the union, just you wait and see…"

"Uh, Witch, we have a story to finish here? Can you help me with the doughnut situation or not? I mean, I suppose I could get used to gruel." The king's shoulders sagged dejectedly.

"Now, now, hold on. I suppose I should be happy to have been cast as a good witch this time, and I wasn't given a wart the size of Cleveland. Alright, I'll help you." The Witch instructed the king to wait outside while she went inside to "prepare" the spell. Actually, she went inside and drank a cup of mugwort tea, occasionally banging on the table and rattling a few dishes around. After about an hour, she sighed, got up from the table, pulled a potion out of the cupboard, threw a spider web in her hair and sprinkled some powdered batwing on her face and went back outside.

"Well, it wasn't easy… but here it is." The Witch gave the potion to the king who drank it (thinking, suspiciously, that it tasted like imitation vanilla extract), said a few mumbo jumbo words, threw some dust in the air which created a bright flash (hey, I had to come up with a use for this picture). When the king's eyes stopped watering, and the smoke/dust cleared, before him sat a giant doughnut.

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