The Witch
1991-02-25
As the wItch shoved me into the oven, I realized just what she meant when she said: "We must to fatten you up."
I thought that she just enjoyed cooking for me and I felt a bit betrayed as she turned up the temperature and I relized that she really enjoyed cooking me!
I thought she had such a big oven, so that she could cook more for us kids, but she really had such a big oven just so she could cook more of us kids.
Still in shock, I loosened my collar and wiped the sweat from my brow with my stained handkerchief.
The witch approached the glass of the oven.
"So sonny, how's school?"
"Oh," I replied "It's ok, raised my C in Algebra"
"Wonderful, I knew you could do it," said teh witch, as she reached in and daubed me with a lemon butter glaze.
In retrospect, I guess I should have forced the baster out of her hands, or fought her off when she put me in the oven.
After all, she's seventy-two with terrible arthritis, and I'm eighteen and young and strong.
I suppose it just seemed so natural; to be eaten by my baby sitter. But of course she didn't eat me. Miraculously, my parents came early to pick me up, I just heard snatches of the conversation through the thick glass of the range.
"This is it, this is the last time thatv I leave him here, with Wanda!"
My mother was hysterical she's a very emotional person, she breaks up easy.
She pulled out of the oven, as she yelled "never again, no more, no more!!".
Wanda waved at me as mom pulled me into the car.
"Bye, bye Brian," she called, smiling radiantly.
"Bye, bye Wanda, see you later!"